Adina’s POV

The days after my recovery felt both fragile and heavy as if the world was holding its breath. My body healed faster than expected, thanks to the witch’s spell, but my heart… that was another story.

Nathan hadn’t lied to me. He told me everything about how he’d begged the witch to save me, how he’d traded our child’s power for my life. I’d seen the guilt in his eyes, the way he couldn’t look at me for long after that.

And though part of me wanted to scream, I ...