Chapter 127

• Kavian’s POV
• It’s been three days now, and Rose still hasn’t woken up. Each passing hour gnaws at me, feeding a cold dread that she may never open her eyes again. Even my brothers—who had been previously optimistic that she would recover—now wear worry on their faces. The healers have run out of explanations; their confusion only deepens my fear.
• The only slight comfort is that her body is no longer cold—her skin has slowly regained its warmth, like embers faintly glowing under ash—but what use is that warmth if she never wakes?