FELICIA'S POV
The healer was adjusting the monitor beside Camila's bed when I caught Luca's weight already leaning toward the door.
"She'll be all right." Even, grounded — the voice he used to run a room. I'd trusted that voice for three years. Tonight I watched his body instead, turned wrong, already leaving before he'd finished the sentence meant to convince me he wasn't.
"She was fine this morning." I made myself say it slower. "She was perfectly fine."
"Children run hot fast. The healer said—"
"I heard what she said." I turned to look at him fully. "You're leaving."
"There's something I need to—"
"Don't." It came out before I could dress it up — too plain, too much of me showing. I reached for the grace a beat too late to cover what had already gotten out. "Please don't leave he
