I woke up before the sun came over the ocean.
The guest room was freezing cold, the large window showing nothing but gray fog and dark blue water. My forehead felt completely bruised and sore where Gideon had struck me, the skin tight and painful when I blinked.
Goliath was already awake, sitting perfectly straight by the locked wooden door.
I unlocked the brass handle and stepped out into the quiet hallway. My sneakers made zero noise on the smooth marble floor as I walked down toward the main part of the house. The building felt entirely empty, like a dark museum filled with expensive furniture that nobody ever touched.
I didn't want to check on Cassian. I didn't want to see his gray eyes or feel the intense heat of his fever again.
Instead, I walked into the massive kitchen. It was
