Liana's Pov

I woke up to the soft clinking of a tray being placed on my nightstand. I could smell the scent of tea and buttered toast wafting in the air before I even opened my eyes. When I finally blushed into consciousness in the light of day, the first thing I saw was my mother leaning over me, her eyes wide with worried silence.

"Good morning, sweetie," she whispered softly, as though she didn't want to rouse me.

But the moment I moved my head, a searing pain exploded behind my temples. ...