Celeste
“You need to rest,” he announced.
I nodded weakly and lay back down. The room tilted slightly, and I closed my eyes until it stopped spinning.
“Did Elewon call?” I asked softly, my eyes still closed.
“She came by earlier,” Jace replied. I heard him settling back into the chair. “You were still unconscious. I told her you’d be fine and that she should go home.”
“She must have been so worried,” I whispered.
“She was,” he admitted. His tone softened just a little. “She cried when she saw you.”
Guilt washed over me. I’d put everyone through so much trouble.
Silence filled the room. Heavy and suffocating. I could feel him watching me, staring at me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t solve.
Finally, he spoke. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself, Celeste.”
The genuine concern in
