AMARIS POV
I couldn’t tell which felt more disheartening spending my days confined to a hospital bed or wandering alone through a silent, empty penthouse. Theron always slipped out the moment I fell asleep, and waking up to nothing but cold sheets was climbing fast on my list of least favorite experiences. I was meant to be here “recovering,” as if healing shattered bones and purpling bruises could be achieved through sheer willpower. Part of me wished I could just command my body to reset to rid itself of the relentless pain that accompanied each movement.
Still, I wore a smile like armor and insisted I was fine whenever anyone asked. Theron, Romilly, Osric, my entire team they didn’t need the extra weight of my suffering. I didn’t want them knowing that walking, laughing, even breathin
