Brian ordered me out of his room like I was a servant.
"Dmitri will escort you to separate quarters," he said, not looking at me. He was still on the floor where he'd fallen, his back pressed against the wall, his hands shaking in his lap. "You'll stay there until the Trials resume."
"No."
The word came out before I could stop it. Simple. Flat. Final.
Brian's head snapped up. "This isn't a discussion."
"You're right. It isn't." I sat up in the narrow bed, pulling my knees to my chest. "I'm not leaving."
"I could have killed you." His voice cracked on the word. "My hand was on your throat. I didn't know if I was awake. Do you understand what that means?"
"It means you're exhausted. It means you haven't slept properly in five weeks. It means you're carrying something so heavy it's bre
