Callista’s POV

The news hit me like a physical blow. The air whooshed out of my lungs, leaving a hollow ache in my chest. “Bedridden?” I rasped, a low murmur to myself, the word catching in my throat. “For months?”

The incident. The betrayal that had clawed open a fresh wound every single day. Months? He'd been living a comfortable life while I, branded a killer, had been forced to run to fight for survival out there in the woods. A bitter laugh escaped my lips, a humorless sound that scraped against my raw nerves.

And Dahlia, hearing that she was dead, relief washed over me, cold and unexpected. Relief...