Chapter 47

“How do you feel?” Maya kissed Avery’s forehead and rubbed her back. They were lying in the bed in Avery’s room, a stack of blankets piled on them, and Avery snuggled closer to her sister.

“Better. What time is it?”

“I’m not sure. Early morning—the sun is about to rise,” Maya replied. “You’ve been asleep for hours.”

“Is Sophia all right?” Avery asked.

“She’s fine. In fact, she’s better than fine. Marshall stopped by last night and said she had eaten a large dinner and she was running around the living room, trying to goad Tristan into chasing her.”

Avery smiled. “Good. Has—has Tristan come by?”

Maya shook her head. “No, dearest. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Avery tried to sound cheerful. “There was no reason for him to check anyway. He knew you would take care of me.”

Maya smoothed Avery’s hair back from her forehead and rubbed the smear of dirt away.

“Marshall told me yesterday morning that you were going to the Barton’s household b