Jolie POV

I wake up to find Luna sitting beside the bed, reading a book. She looks up when I stir, and something in her expression—relief mixed with wariness—tells me this conversation won't be simple.

"There she is." She sets the book aside. "How do you feel?"

"Like I got hit by a truck." I try to sit up and immediately regret it. Every muscle protests, bone-deep exhaustion making even breathing feel like effort. My arms shake with the strain of supporting my weight. "How long was I ...