Sapphire’s POV
The scent of herbs and smoke lingered in the air. I sat on the edge of the cot with the blanket pulled around my shoulders, watching Elira stir something thick and green over the fire.
My ankle still throbbed, but that wasn’t what kept me restless. It was Kael.
Kael stood near the doorway, arms crossed, eyes locked on me like he was waiting for me to do something stupid.
“Elira,” I called out softly, “your son, what did he mean by ‘not much time left’?”
Elira didn’t flinch at my question. She poured the mixture into a wooden bowl and walked over. “Drink this.”
“That’s not an answer.”
Kael’s voice cut through the room. “Stop asking questions you’re not ready to hear answers to.” he spoke sharply.
I met his eyes. “Then explain it. Why the warning? Why are you both a
