Liana's Pov
I woke up to the soft clinking of a tray being placed on my nightstand. I could smell the scent of tea and buttered toast wafting in the air before I even opened my eyes. When I finally blushed into consciousness in the light of day, the first thing I saw was my mother leaning over me, her eyes wide with worried silence.
"Good morning, sweetie," she whispered softly, as though she didn't want to rouse me.
But the moment I moved my head, a searing pain exploded behind my temples. I twitched and shut my eyes again. My head folded in as it banged like a drum.
"Migraine," my mother said softly, not even questioning. She knew, of course, she did.
"I'm fine," I lied, though my voice was strained. I tried to push myself up, but the motion sent another spiral of agony through my
