Helena POV
The morning after the coughing fit, my chest still ached like something had been scraped raw from the inside.
Doran gave me a bitter tonic before dawn, something meant to ease the inflammation, but I suspected even he was running out of ideas. The blood on my palm the night before had frightened him more than he let on.
I was propped against my pillows, staring at the pale morning light filtering through the curtains, when the door opened without a knock.
"Good morning, Helena!"
Serena swept into the room like sunshine given human form, a small bouquet of white moonblossoms cradled in one arm, her smile bright and warm and utterly convincing.
"Serena," I said carefully.
"I brought you these," she said, setting the flowers gently on the side table before arranging them in
