TARA

Zora was finally asleep, so Aidan and I could leave her room and go over to his.

“Do I want to know how you’re so good with stuff like that?” Aidan asked, referring to Zora. “It was like you were a professional doctor with the way you handled her panicking and her wounds.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” I replied. “With Nadia. She’s very energetic for someone with skin as soft as hers.”

My smile was automatic, and it reached my eyes. I ...