Elizabeth’s POV
I push open the door to find the room softly lit, tranquility hanging in the air. Yet the calmness does nothing to hide the nervous energy that practically pours off Edward. He's perched on the bed's edge, eyebrows furrowed, looking every bit like someone fighting an invisible storm.
Seeing him like this tugs at my heartstrings, and I quickly approach, trying to mask my worry with a cool demeanor. "I heard you managed to hurt yourself during training?"
His head snaps up at my voice, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. The corners of his lips quirk into a slightly teasing smile. "Elizabeth, perfect timing," he says. His voice sounds weak but carries that familiar playful edge that always pulls at me.
I can't help but roll my eyes, but beneath it, something tender st
