Elara suddenly pushed herself up from the bed and stumbled toward the balcony doors, flinging them open with shaking hands.
Cool night air rushed in, brushing against her pale skin. She gripped the stone railing tightly, breathing hard as another wave of nausea rolled through her. The glowing six-pointed star on her collarbone pulsed gently under the moonlight.
Thorne appeared behind her instantly, his tall, powerful frame filling the doorway. He stopped a few steps away, giving her space. “You shouldn’t be out here alone. The night air is cold.”
Kael followed, carrying a thick woolen shawl. He draped it carefully over her shoulders without touching her skin. “You’ve barely eaten anything since you woke up. Let us help you.”
Ronan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his messy d
