Lila laid still, her breath shallow as the realization hit her—she could have lost the baby. The thought gripped her harder than any of the chaos around her. Adrian sat by the bed, his expression unreadable, but his hand hovered near hers, hesitant. Caleb stood by the door, arms crossed, his body tense like he was ready to fight off another wave of enemies at any second.
"You need to rest," Adrian said at last, his voice softer than she expected.
Lila swallowed hard. Rest? After everything? Her body ached, her mind raced, and something inside her—something primal—itched beneath her skin. She felt different. Stronger, but also unsteady.
"I don't think rest is going to fix this," she muttered.
Caleb stepped forward. "What do you mean?"