Sebastian's POV
Aria is sitting across from me at the breakfast table, sunlight spilling across the white marble counter between us. Her hands are wrapped around a mug of tea she hasn’t touched in five minutes. She looks really pale. Not the kind of pale that comes from fear. I know that look too well. This is different. Fatigue clings to her like a shadow.
“Eat something,” I say, slicing into my toast.
She forces a smile. “I’m not hungry.”
“That’s the third time you’ve said that this week.”
“I’m tired.”
I study her for a moment longer than necessary. She looks away first. Hmmm. Interesting. I didn't push. I never push when observation will do the job better.
Instead, I finish my breakfast slowly while watching the small details. The way she presses her hand against her stomach with
