Lynn's POV

The house is quiet.

I lie in the guest bedroom, staring at the ceiling. Moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting silver stripes across the unfamiliar walls.

Baron and Lira are asleep upstairs. I checked on them twenty minutes ago. They were curled together in the nursery bed, breathing soft and even. Safe.

That's what matters. They're safe.

So why can't I sleep?

My chest aches. A dull, persistent throb that started an hour ago ...