Kayla
I rolled over in bed for what felt like the hundredth time, wincing as pain shot through my body. The digital clock on the nightstand showed 2:17 in the morning, and Nicholas still hadn’t come to bed.
Not that I could blame him. Our argument earlier had been brutal—his face when he’d found out what I’d done with that potion… I shuddered, remembering the rage and fear in his eyes. I’d never seen him look at me like that before, like I was someone he didn’t recognize.
But even more than that, there was the comment he’d made about Luporath.
About how we’d never find it if I died.
What did he think I knew about the relic? And more importantly, had Grace been right about ancient family grudges and ulterior motives? Had I been as much of a fool as I felt like right now?
