Maya’s POV
By the time the cramps eased and I finally managed a full night of sleep, the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was him.
Liam.
Sitting in the corner of the hut, elbows on his knees, head bent slightly forward, watching me like a hawk guarding its nest. His shirt was rumpled, his hair messy, and his eyes bloodshot.
“You didn’t sleep,” I said groggily.
He looked up, and for once, he didn’t bother denying it. “Didn’t want to.”
The strange thing was, instead of rolling my eyes or snapping back, I almost smiled. He’d stayed up all night. For me.
That thought carried me through the next days. Through every meal he prepared, through every strip of fabric he warmed by the fire, through every soft word he muttered when he thought I was too out of it to hear.
It felt wei
