Windsor's POV
I jolted awake, my skin damp with perspiration even though no nightmare had visited me. The cold sweat came from nowhere, my body rebelling against rest it desperately needed.
Usually something triggered these episodes. Tonight, there was nothing but an inexplicable dread settling in my bones.
Exhaustion had been my constant companion these past weeks. The campaign trail stretched endlessly before us, each day bleeding into the next. Not that I minded the grueling schedule when it meant standing beside Zion, fighting for Valoria's future.
But the latest polling numbers gnawed at my confidence. Mr. Sinclair had gained ground while Zion's support wavered. The revelation about Scarlett's Viremia had rattled voters more than we anticipated.
Scarlett herself had gone silent since the news broke. My texts went unanswered, my reassurances met with radio silence. I found myself missing her presence, needing her steady wisdom now more than ever.
