When the house fell silent and the lamps went out one by one, Lissana opened her eyes. She hadn't managed to sleep. Maya's room was calm, but her heart was not. A persistent unease pressed on her heart, a dull, insistent sensation she couldn't explain.
She got up slowly, careful with every movement, and stepped into the hallway without making a sound.
She knew where she was going.
Barto's room was at the end of the hallway. Lissana hesitated for just a second before opening the door.
The air was heavy. Dense. And then she heard it.
A labored, irregular breathing, as if each breath took too much effort.
“Eren…” she whispered.
She approached the bed, her heart pounding against her ribs. Eren was drenched in sweat; his skin, too hot; his brow, furrowed even in sleep. His lips barely mo
