Kora’s POV
I didn’t sleep that night.
The fire inside me wouldn’t let me. It pulsed, steady and alive, like another heartbeat under my skin. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of that red sky again—the ruins, the cries, the flames that had once belonged to me.
I tried to drown it out, listening to the faint crackle of the dying embers around the camp. Everyone was asleep except Edward. He sat a few feet away, facing the mouth of the cave, his back straight, his hands clasped so tight his knuckles were white.
When I shifted slightly, the sound made him turn. His eyes met mine instantly, glowing faintly in the dim light.
“You should rest,” he said quietly.
“So should you,” I whispered back.
He gave a humorless laugh. “Can’t.”
“Because of me?”
He didn’t answer right away. The
