SOPHIA’S POV
The room was quiet except for the steady sound of the monitor. Morning light slipped through the blinds, soft across the floor.
Jace had gone to freshen up, his jacket left on the chair beside the couch. Before leaving, he’d asked me to stay with Beverly, his voice low and tired.
I sat by her bed and let out a sigh. Her eyes were still closed, her face pale and her lips were dry. For a moment, I almost pitied her.
Almost.
Then her fingers twitched.
“Beverly?” I said quietly.
Her eyes opened slowly, dazed at first, then focused on me.
She stared for a few seconds before whispering, “Why are you here?”
“Jace asked me to look after you,” I said.
Her gaze moved around the room, then back to me. “Where is he?”
“He’ll be back soon.”
She blinked a few times, her voice
