Callie’s POV
I didn’t sleep.
Or at least… not the way I used to.
The bus kept moving through the night with that steady rhythm that should have been enough to drag me into sleep, but my mind refused to shut down, and my body seemed determined to stay alert—as if, at any moment, something might break into the fragile normalcy of that trip.
Every sound.
Every shift in speed.
Every unfamiliar breath.
It all reached me with an uncomfortable clarity.
“You’re still on guard,” Bellona murmured.
“It’s not like I can avoid it,” I replied silently, resting my forehead against the cold glass.
The reflection staring back at me wasn’t the same girl who had boarded hours earlier. There was something different in my eyes.
Something sharper.
Harder.
The bus stopped sometime in the early morni
