Viana's POV
Sleep never came easily that night.
Even with the room quiet,even with the candles burnt down and the moonlight slipping through the curtains in the silver lines, something went wrong.
The kind of feeling that sat at the base of your spine and refused to move.
I lay beside Bladen, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, listening to the slow rhythm of the night around us—the distant sounds of guards changing shifts, the wind brushing against the windows, the quiet breathing that should have been steady beside me.
But it wasn’t.
At first it was small, a shift, then another.
The mattress moved beneath me.
I turned my head.
He was restless.
Not the ordinary kind. Not the kind caused by stress or too much work or another council meeting that everyone was complete
