#Chapter 170: Bad Decisions

Kayla I rolled over in bed for what felt like the hundredth time, wincing as pain shot through my body. The digital clock on the nightstand showed 2:17 in the morning, and Nicholas still hadn’t come to bed. Not that I could blame him. Our argument earlier had been brutal—his face when he’d found out what I’d done with that potion… I shuddered, remembering the rage and fear in his eyes. I’d never seen him look at me like that before, like I was someone he didn’t recognize. But even more than that, there was the comment he’d made about Luporath. About how we’d never find it if I died. What did he think I knew about the relic? And more importantly, had Grace been right about ancient family grudges and ulterior motives? Had I been as much of a fool as I felt like right now? Suddenly, a soft knock at the door jerked me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I called out, figuring it was Nicholas. But when the door creaked open, it was a child that stood in th