ZUKO POINT OF VIEW

The moment Vanya walked out and shut the door, I felt the anger burning in my chest.

I wasn’t angry at Kayla. I was angry at the fear in her eyes, fear she wasn’t supposed to have around me.

I took a slow step toward her. “Kayla,” I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady, “I want the truth. Are you hiding something from me?”

She froze. Her fingers curled into the blanket like she was holding onto her last bit of strength. “Zuko,” she whispered, with a ...