Morning came too quickly.
Adina lay in bed, covered by the soft fur sheets, her hands clasped over her stomach. The clouds outside rumbled as if they were about to rain.
Yet, it wasn't going to deter the events of the day.
Next to her, the bed dipped. She turned to see Thorne trudging towards the window. He glanced outside, his brows still furrowed. He shut the sills, turned around, and continued fixing his clothes.
Adina still hadn't said a word, not after the slight argument they had the previous night. She'd tried to change his mind about Freya's execution. After everything that had happened, Adina felt that taking a life wasn't what they needed—
