The ache in my belly hadn’t eased. If anything, lying in bed made me more aware of it. I curled tighter into myself, pressing the pillow against my stomach, hoping the pressure would help. My eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door clicking softly. 

It was Ace. 

He stepped inside with a small bag dangling from one hand. His expression was calm and unreadable, as usual. He set the bag down on the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of water, a blister pack of painkillers, and a ...