Jolie POV

Six months after the Moonfire Accord

I fall asleep in the healing center on a Tuesday afternoon, sitting upright in a chair with my notes in my lap, and I don't wake up until Mara shakes my shoulder two hours later. "You're doing it again," she says, not unkindly.

"I was resting my eyes."

"You were snoring."

I close my notes and don't argue, because arguing would take energy I don't currently have. That's been the strange thing lately—I'm getting full nights of sleep, real sleep, ...