Leila’s POV
A hush fell as we moved down the length of the hall. Torches sputtered, and a chill breeze rushed in as we passed through a second set of doors to an open terrace. The moon was higher now, a glimmering ivory disk in the night sky. The wind whispered through my hair, stealing my breath away.
Sebastian closed the terrace doors behind us. “I sense you are silent tonight,” he observed, turning to face me. The moonlight traced his sharp angles, making him seem more deity than mortal.
I forced a gentle nod, clutching my robe as though to still my nerves. “I do not feel well.” My words sounded hollow even to my ears, but I hoped he believed them.
He tilted his head, concerned about softening his features. “You must rest. You must eat.” His gaze traveled to his side table, where w
