Her calmness faded when she saw me. As she tried to get out of bed, I gently pulled her back.

I brushed Sansa’s hair away from her face and softly touched her pale cheeks just as Amara returned with food. “Look at you,” I said quietly. “You’re so weak.”

I hated that she had risked herself for Logan. I wanted to make her mine forever, to keep her close for the rest of my life. Her loyalty to him made me jealous and angry. I wished she could love me with the same passion she once ...