Moira's POV

Three days. Three days since the Supreme Council's meeting, and my body finally feels like mine again.

I stretch my arms above my head, relishing the complete absence of pain. No tender ribs. No aching muscles. No lingering weakness that's plagued me since the warehouse.

"Someone's in a good mood," Lucas says from the doorway, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners.

Logan appears behind him, carrying a tray that smells ...