Liam's POV
When I entered the room, Eira was still in a deep sleep. I expected her to wake soon—there were things I needed to speak to her about.
I pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down, reaching for her wrist to check her pulse. Last night, it had been erratic from the sudden shock her body had endured when she used her powers. Now, it was steady.
Good.
She stirred slightly beneath the sheets, perhaps sensing my presence. I was about to call her name when I noticed the distress etched across her face. Her brows were drawn, her lips moving faintly. She was still caught in the grip of some nightmare.
I let her be, listening as she murmured weakly, "Alice… I am sorry… Don't leave me, please… I am sorry…"
Poor soul. Still chained to the past. I could see her pain—the raw wound of losing her friend. Yet the question would always remain: why had she killed Alice? Maybe one day she would tell me. Until then, I would wait.
