POV: Ashina
The moonlight streaming through her window felt accusatory, highlighting every sleepless hour that had passed. Ashina stared at the ceiling of her suite, her mind refusing the mercy of rest. She'd tried everything. Counting backwards. Breathing exercises. Even the meditation technique her mother had taught her as a child. Nothing worked. Because every time she closed her eyes, she saw him.
Not Darren. She realized with a jolt that she hadn't thought of Darren truly thought of him in days. The man who'd once consumed her every waking thought had become nothing more than a cautionary tale, a chapter mercifully closed. No, the face behind her eyelids was different now. Stronger features. Eyes that held storms and secrets. A mouth that curved with reluctant smiles meant only for her. Kendrick.
