(Lena's POV).
“I don’t care what the Council says,” Kai growled low, pacing near the foot of my bed like a caged wolf. His shoulders were tense, fists clenched at his sides. “This wasn’t an accident.”
I shifted slightly, the sheets brushing against the bandaged wound on my side. The dull ache was still there, but not as sharp as before.
Still, hearing them talk about me like I wasn’t in the room made me clear my throat.
“I’m awake, you know,” I said, my voice hoarse but steady. “And I’d like to be included in whatever you’re planning.”
Adrian turned from the window, his expression softening just a little. He looked tired. There were faint shadows under his eyes, and his usual sharp posture had relaxed—slightly.
“We know, Lena,” he said, voice quieter than usual. “But we need to
