I didn’t sleep.
I lay on top of the covers and stared at the ceiling until the darkness outside softened to grey and then I got up, washed my face, and looked at myself in the vanity mirror.
The bruising along my jaw had darkened overnight to a dark purple color that was completely impossible to hide.
I didn’t try to hide it.
There was a knock at the door and when I opened it, Kieran was leaning against the wall opposite, arms crossed, completely at ease in the way of someone who had been there for a while and had no intention of explaining why. He looked at my face in the morning light—at the bruising and at the split lip.
His jaw tightened exactly the way it had the night before.
“Dorian wants breakfast,” he said. “He also says you look like you haven’t eaten since before whatever
