Amara's POV

Sleep never came easily that night. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the shadows shifting as the old house creaked under the winter cold. My thoughts refused to rest, circling endlessly back to the same point: Isobel. She was lying in a hospital bed, her body fighting for both her life and the life of her unborn child, while Cassian spent his days here—with me, with Eli, with my grandmother. The weight of it pressed heavily on my chest. I felt guilty, as though I was ...