Sophia’s POV

I don’t need a seer to tell me he didn’t get enough sleep last night. Exhausted, I still watch him for a while, pulling my coat tighter to keep out the cold. His arms are folded across his body. I think about what I want to hear from him so we can move past this. An apology and an explanation might suffice, but I’m no longer sure. He might not want to apologize because of what I said.

As if sensing my presence, he opens his eyes, and they land on me instantly. I blink and ...