Amara’s POV

Cassian’s eyes narrowed with concern as soon as I spoke. “She’s sick?” His tone was steady, but there was urgency laced underneath. He tried to step past me into the hallway, but I planted myself firmly against the doorframe.

“I’ll handle it,” I said quickly, my voice sharp.

He frowned. “Amara, you can’t handle this alone. If her fever is as bad as it looks, she needs medical attention—”

“I said I’ll handle it.” My words came out harsher than I ...