Windsor's POV
The drive home from the village gathering stretched before us in uncomfortable silence.
What should have been a pleasant evening celebrating with the locals had turned sour the moment someone brought up Scarlett's condition. The whispered conversations and sideways glances that followed made it clear the news about her Viremia had spread beyond what any of us expected.
We'd excused ourselves before the final course arrived.
Now the only sound filling the car was the steady rumble of the engine. Zion's hands rested casually on the steering wheel, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. I pressed my forehead against the cool passenger window, watching the landscape rush past in dark blurs.
"You were already aware," Zion said, breaking the quiet.
I gave a small nod and released a tired breath. "I discovered it during one of her visits."
