XARION'S POV
Megan's lying on the hospital bed, her face pale against the white pillow, her leg wrapped in bandages. There's a bruise forming on her cheek, and I can see her hands trembling slightly where they rest on top of the blanket.
And the twins.
Goddess, the twins.
They're curled up on either side of her on the bed, their little faces smudged with ash and tears, their eyes wide and scared.
My heart breaks.
"Megan," I breathe, stepping into the room.
Her eyes flutter open at the sound of my voice, and she pushes herself up slightly, wincing as she does.
For a moment, our eyes lock.
And I can see the anger and resentment there.
But beneath it, there's relief.
Just a little. But it's there.
"Xarion," she murmurs, her voice hoarse.
I cross the room in three strides, stoppin
