Evaline:
I held my breath as Kieran moved closer to Naira's bed. His tall frame cast a shadow across her fragile body, the dim hospital lights outlining the sharpness of his features.
I stood right beside him, every nerve in my body wound so tightly that I thought I might snap. My gaze never left his face, as I searched for even the smallest flicker of change in his expression.
But his face was carved from stone, completely unreadable.
On my other side, Rowan shifted uncertainly. I didn't need to look at him to know he was confused, maybe even anxious, but he stayed silent. Just like I had asked him to. His silence pressed heavier on me with every second, his unspoken trust both a comfort and a burden.
Kieran lingered, his eyes fixed on Naira. The room was quiet except for the steady beep of the monitors, each sound echoing in my chest. Then, finally, he turned to me.
"Who is she?" His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of weight in it.
