Malakai’s POV
We helped Hilda into her room, one hand under her arm, the other steadying her back. She leaned into me more than I thought she needed to. Maybe it was the pain—or maybe something else. Henry held the door open and I guided her to the edge of the bed. She sat down slowly with a wince, letting out a soft, dramatic sigh.
“Are you okay?” I asked, kneeling slightly to get a better look at her face.
Hilda gave a weak smile. “I think so. Maybe just a sprain or… I don’t know. Maybe I’ll need the doctor to check.”
Before I could respond, Camilla cut in sharply from behind us. “Of course she’s fine.”
Her voice had this edge. Cold, clipped. The kind of tone you use when you're barely holding back from saying something worse.
I looked back at her. The way she was glaring at Hilda…
