Natalia’s POV
Two more days passed after that fateful night in Karl and Celeste’s room. By the second day, Max was well enough to sit up again without dissolving into a coughing fit, which meant that the healers allotted him two hours of being in the wheelchair.
Jane and I spent those entire two hours with him in the plaza, pushing him around so he could see everything and listen to the sounds of the birds flitting through the holes in the ceilings. The sun was shining through the skylights, casting everything in a warm golden glow.
I was sitting on the fountain, gently rubbing my thumb across the back of Max’s small, pale hand while Jane was currently spinning in circles until she got dizzy. She’d been at this for a while now, trying to prove that she could do as many pirouettes as pos
