Chapter 225

• Sienna:
• Lysandra had been sleeping more, but never peacefully. But at least she was allowing herself to get some rest. At least she was allowing herself to understand that she was safe to some extent.
• Her body shifted under the covers, face tight like she was chasing something in a dream she couldn’t wake from. I was perched on the edge of the chair near the window, watching the breeze tug at the curtain. Something in the air felt… strained.