MARION

“Are you okay, Wildfire? You’ve been quiet since I got home,” I murmured, my hand gently rubbing her arms as she lay against my chest. I glanced down at her, watching the movie flicker across the screen, but I could tell her mind was somewhere far away.

We were sprawled across the massive couch after dinner, prepared by Chef Parker, and I realised she hadn’t eaten much. Lately, she’s been tired and skipping meals—I couldn’t help but worry.

“Wildfire?” I called again, ...