Serena’s POV
The infirmary was quiet now, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the far wall. Little Apollo had finally drifted into deep sleep, his tiny fingers curling slightly as he lay nestled beneath a soft blanket in a separate room.
Now, I sat stiffly on the infirmary bed, the weight of exhaustion still pressing on my limbs. My fever had dulled, but the stiffness in my joints remained, making every movement feel sluggish. Across from me, Dorian sat with his arms crossed, his sharp eyes studying me intently.
He had still not said anything about my earlier question.
There was something different about the way he looked at me, something calculating, as if he was trying to decide whether or not to speak.
He finally exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Even if we're
