{Ryanna's POV}

The infirmary reeked of marrow and blood. Jade’s life comes and goes in wheezing breaths, his bandaged chest rising in shallow jerks. I hovered by his cot, fists clenched, my nails biting crescents and crimson in my palms. He’s been unconscious for hours.

Two days, he’d said. Two days until Osiris comes. The healers informed me because I wasn’t around myself calming tensions, yes but it’s no excuse. I haven’t left his side since.

Jade’s eyelids flickered as I ...