Guilt

Amira's POV

The hospital room was too quiet. Too sterile. The faint beeping of the monitor next to me did nothing to ease the gnawing tension in my chest. I shifted slightly, wincing as pain shot through my fractured arm. My sprained ankle throbbed dully beneath the covers.

But none of that compared to the weight in my mind.

Aiden hadn't come.

Not once.

Not since he stood over me, expression unreadable, as I worked to stabilize me. The last words he spoke to me echoed relentlessly in my head.

"Marian will decide what happens to you when she wakes up."

That had been a week and some days ago. And Marian was awake now. I knew it. Yet, there had been nothing. No verdict. No sentence. Just… silence.

I should've been relieved. Should've been grateful for the reprieve. But instead, it was driving me insane.

Because it wasn't over.