Darius POV
I watched Beatrice sleep as dawn broke. She was curled against me, one hand fisted in my shirt like she was afraid I'd disappear. Even in sleep, she held on tight.
Rowan stirred in my mind. "Our mate is troubled."
"She had nightmares again," I said silently. "Third time this week."
She'd woken up gasping twice during the night. Both times I held her while she cried. While she relived whatever horrors Silvermist had inflicted. While she apologized for being broken.
She wasn't broken. She was surviving. There was a difference.
I carefully extracted myself from her grip and dressed. Maro was already up, waiting in the common room with coffee.
"She had another bad night," he observed. It wasn't a question.
"Yeah." I took the offered cup. "She tries to hide it. Pretends she's
