Aurelia's POV
I sat beside Leon's bed, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as the machines monitored his vital signs. Despite everything his brothers had done, despite all the pain they'd caused me, seeing him like this—pale, vulnerable, fighting for his life—made my heart ache.
He looked so young lying there.
This was the brother who had been gentler than the others, who had questioned their methods, who had held me tenderly in that cave.
And now he might die because of a fight that started over me.
"This is so unfair," I whispered, adjusting his blanket unnecessarily. "You're not the worst of them, Leon. You tried to be better."
But then doubt crept in.
Had he really tried to be better? Or was I just remembering what I wanted to remember?
He had been the first to see m
