Sophie met Iron Jack’s gaze, calm but confused. “I’m Sophie. But Isla says to hurry. He needs O-negative, and you have it.”

The giant man nearly buckled. With shaking hands, he allowed the paramedics to prepare him for an on-site transfusion. Jonas’s eyes flickered open briefly, fixing on Sophie.

“Isla?” he croaked.

“She’s here,” Sophie replied softly. “She’s just borrowing me for a bit.”

The bikers formed a human chain to help carry Jonas up the slope. As the ambulance doors shut, Sophie finally let go. She stood small and trembling in her blood-soaked sequins, surrounded by tough men who now regarded her with reverence.

In the weeks that followed, doctors confirmed Jonas survived only because pressure was applied to the artery almost instantly. They couldn’t explain how a child knew precisely what to do or how she knew names, blood types, and songs no stranger should.

Sophie only shrugged. “Isla showed me.”