Zavian’s POV

I sat at the edge of the bed for a long time, staring at the wall but not really seeing anything. My mind did not rest. It kept circling around the call from Harry, the elders, and the name Selina. Each time I tried to push the thoughts away, Velvet’s face came back into my head, looking broken and scared, and it tore something in me.

Velvet lay on the pillows with her eyes half closed. She was not sleeping, only staring at the ceiling. Her hands were on her stomach like she was trying to keep herself from shaking. I hated that I had added more weight...