LeilaThe sunlight seeped through the curtains in thin, golden slants.I groaned, pressing the heels of my palms to my temples, but it only made the ache bloom hotter, brighter, behind my eyes.Lucas was gone. The space beside me in the bed was cold, the sheets smoothed flat as if he'd never been there.The door creaked. Tina stood in the doorway, her hands clasped in front of her, that perpetual look of nervousness etched into her features. She held a glass, the water inside fizzing with tiny bubbles, an effervescent tablet dissolving at the bottom."Alpha left early," she said, her voice soft, careful. "Said he had a meeting. Thought you might need this."I took the glass. The water tasted bitter, chemical, like regret. I swallowed it down anyway, the fizz burning a path down my throat. "Thanks."Tina lingered. "Your… injuries. They've healed, yes?" She nodded at my arms, as if checking for scars that weren't there. Supernatural quick, our kind—cuts, bruises, even fractures mended o
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