DAEMON'S POV

I stirred on the bed as my eyes opened. A ring pulsed through the walls of my ears, keeping me drowned in silence until distant voices became clear.

“…he hasn’t moved since last night,” Lucas’s voice carried low, yet sharp with worry.

“He will,” Malia replied, steady but softer than usual, as though speaking too loudly might shatter me completely.

I blinked against the dim light that leaked into the room. The ceiling above me wavered before it steadied, the ...