Grace’s POV

I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t expect to, not really.

After leaving Hunter in the garden, I went straight to my room, shut the door, and tried to breathe. The walls felt too close, the weight of everything pressing in on me.

Helena would have left by now, off to wherever she was really going, and Hunter… well, I had no idea what he was doing. I didn’t want to know.

But an image of him lying in bed flashed across my mind, his bare chest, the sheets barely covering his hips. ...