The next morning, the sun felt too bright. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing the doctor’s face and hearing those three words over and over again. Elena was still asleep next to me, her breathing steady and quiet. She looked so peaceful that it made my chest ache even more. I wanted to wake her up and tell her everything, but I knew I couldn't.
I slid out of bed as quietly as I could and headed for the kitchen. Silas and Killian were already there, drinking coffee and talking in low voices. They looked up the second I walked in. They’ve always been able to read me better than anyone else.
"You look like hell, Alaric," Killian said, setting his mug down. "Did you stay up all night watching her?"
"Something like that," I muttered, grabbing a glass of water.
Si
