DEMETRIUS AWAKENS The walk back to the tent felt longer than usual. Every step I took felt like I was carrying the weight of my confession to Finn. It was out there now. I had said it. I was in love with a man who was supposed to be my end.

When I pulled back the heavy fabric of the tent entrance, the air inside felt thick and warm. The smell of medicinal herbs and the faint scent of rain still clung to the rugs. My heart hammered against my ribs as I approached the bed.

He hadn't moved. ...