Moira's POV

The book sits heavy in my lap—some historical romance Rosalie brought me about a duke and a governess. The words blur together. My pulse hammers against my wrists as I flip back to the same paragraph for the fourth time.

I set the book aside and smooth down my hospital gown, tugging the collar higher to cover the healing marks on my throat. My fingers shake slightly as I adjust the fabric.

A sharp knock echoes through the ...