fuera de la ventana.
El reloj de la mesita de noche mostraba la mitad de la medianoche.
Yacía inmóvil, escuchando su propia respiración y lo que estaba sucediendo justo a su lado.
Darius was awake.
She felt it with her whole body, every nerve.
He lay still, but his breathing was uneven, wary, not like he was sleeping.
The minutes stretched into something that felt like hours.
Kiana didn’t move, keeping her eyes closed.
Everything inside clenched in anticipation.
Now, she thought.
Now something is going to happen.
And it