It had been a few days since the showdown with the gods. I'd spent all of it cooped up in the infirmary while Nicholas worked nonstop to pull the pack back together.
Even as busy as he was, he still visited me every spare second he had. Every time he walked through that door, the world felt like it clicked back into place. Like the stars above aligned for just a fraction of a second. Like it was just us against the world.
I had it bad.
Chanelle, William, and Nathaniel came by often too, still weighed down by everything that had gone wrong between us. They tried to make up for it in the only way they could: with gifts, food, and constant company.
William was awkward at first, tripping over his words and avoiding eye contact, but after some time he reverted back to his old self.
As for
