TRINITY
The warm glow of candlelight flickered in my room, casting dancing shadows against the stone walls. I sat up in bed, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the faint bruises on my arms from last night’s attack. The weight of exhaustion sat heavy on my shoulders, but sleep refused to come.
Liam, Nasir, and Xerxes stared at me, their expressions tense with… was that concern?
It couldn't be.
Why would they be concerned about me? They were supposed to be ignorant and nonchalant about matters involving me.
So… what was this? Why were they even here?
Liam was the first to speak. “How are you feeling?” His voice was gentle, but there was an edge of protectiveness beneath it.
I exhaled softly. “A lot better,” I admitted. It wasn’t a complete lie—physically, I was healing, but mentally, I
