Chapter 89

Enlyan tried to clear her mind, determined to get some sleep. But every time she closed her eyes, Daimon’s face kept appearing—the way he looked with that allergic reaction. No matter how much she tried to deny it, a pang of guilt tugged at her chest. She hated him. She resented him. Yet, she hated herself even more for feeling sorry for him, even now. She kept telling herself that it was just for Jessica’s sake—that she wanted him to stay healthy for their daughter. But deep down, she knew she couldn’t ignore the ache in her heart. A bitter sense of regret washed over her as she thought about how she had once tasted death and ruined the future of an innocent child. And yet, despite everything, she couldn’t completely erase him from her heart. Frustrated and unable to sleep, Enlyan threw the blanket off and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, stepping onto the cold floor without bothering to put on shoes. She limped to the door and cracked it open just enough to peek outside. Ther