ADINNA’S POV
Light filters weakly through the curtains, washing the room in a pale gold glow. My body aches like it’s been crushed by boulders. Every breath feels sharp, dragging against my ribs. I groan, blinking against the blinding morning light, and that’s when I see Dean standing by the door with a tray balanced in his hands like he belongs here.
For a second, I think I’m dreaming. But then the faint clink of cutlery brings reality crashing down, and I jolt upright.
“What are you doing here?” My voice comes out hoarse. “Did Jace send you to finish the job?”
Dean’s lips twitch. “Good morning to you too,” he says lightly, walking further in. “I brought breakfast.”
Behind me, Riley stiffens. She’s hovering near the wardrobe, pretending to fold something that doesn’t exist. Her eyes
