Manuel pov

I stood by Aurora’s bedside, my gaze fixed on her pale, sleeping face. Her breathing was slow and steady, but the sight of her lying there made a knot tighten in my chest. Jason had done his best to tend to her injuries and he assured me she would be fine, but worry still gnawed at me.

Letting out a tired sigh, I rubbed my forehead and turned away from her. The soft creak of the floorboards followed me as I stepped out of my bedroom.

Ryan and Glory were waiting in the ...