Sath gently ran his fingers through Leah’s hair, his touch light as she drifted into a deep and exhausted sleep. The events of the day—the chaos of battle, the tension of the medical stations, and caring for his wound—had drained her entirely. Her breathing softened as she fell deeper into slumber, her body sinking into the mattress.
A soft knock at the door broke the stillness of the room. Sath’s eyes flicked toward the noise. He didn’t need to ask who it was; he already knew. Rising carefully to avoid waking Leah, he walked over to the door and opened it.
Standing in the dim hallway was Liam, his expression serious.
“They lowered the flag,” Liam said quietly, his voice stripped of its usual teasing tone.
Sath’s brow furrowed, his grey eyes narrowing. “It’s only been two days, and the
