Nyx's Pov
The house was too quiet that night.
Every shadow seemed heavier, stretching long and dark across the walls. Every tick of the clock echoed like a hammer in my chest. I sat by the window, my shawl clutched tight around me, staring at the fading light of day as it bled into the deepening dark.
The full moon.
It hung in my mind like a curse. For days, Caspian had spoken of it with certainty, with hope, telling me that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. That with my help, with the cure I had prepared, he might finally be whole again.
I wanted to believe him.
But what if he was wrong?
What if I had failed?
The thought twisted inside me, sharp and unforgiving. I pressed my palms against my knees, trying to keep still, trying not to tremble. He had promised that n
