CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT: Jade’s POV The house felt lighter the next morning. Not because the war had ended. Vivienne was still out there, still plotting, still desperate, but because for the first time in days, Aurelia looked like herself again. Her cheeks had regained a little color, her eyes were brighter, and though she still moved slowly, she was no longer curled up like a fragile little doll. She sat on the couch with a blanket around her shoulders, sipping warm tea Margaret insisted would chase the sickness out of her bones. I watched her from the doorway, my arms folded tightly over my chest, my heart easing in small, cautious pieces. Killian stood behind her, one hand resting lightly on her head, stroking her hair like he couldn’t stop himself. Like he needed to feel that she was real. Alive. Safe. When Aurelia glanced up and caught me staring, she smiled weakly. "Mummy," she called softly. I walked over immediately, sitting beside her. "Yes, baby?" "I’m not sick again," she
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