KAIA’S POV
Leander’s breathing was slow, his chest rising and falling under the thick blankets I had just pulled over him. I ran my hands over the fabric one last time, smoothing it flat and tucking the corners like that might hold him together somehow. It was silly, I knew, but part of me was afraid that if I didn’t, he might slip away again.
When I turned around, Dr. Grayson and Dawn were standing in the doorway. Neither of them spoke at first. They didn’t need to—everything they felt was written across their faces. Their mouths were tight, their eyes shadowed with worry.
And why wouldn’t they be worried?
Leander looked pale against the pillow, his skin clammy and his lips colorless. There was no fight in him now, just exhaustion.
Athena had insisted we bring him home the moment she
