Amelia’s POV

The room was quiet, filled only with the faint hum of the air vent and the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

I walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would cool the burning in my eyes and the tiredness that clung to my body.

When the water trickled down my cheeks, I caught my reflection in the mirror.

Lord I looked pale, with shadows under my eyes, and a dullness I hadn’t seen before. Paris had been… crazy, it ...