Elariana
The first weak light of dawn had barely filtered through the canvas of the tent when I slowly came to. The air was cool, but not unpleasant. It felt soft, as if someone were gently holding the morning back so I would not yet have to step into the world again. My eyes opened hazily, and at first I did not understand where I was. I was not lying on the ground like usual. Hard stone was not biting into my hip. Noise was not what woke me.
There was a soft blanket beneath me.
Warm. Clean. Faintly scented.
And when I looked around, I realized it.
I was in his tent.
In Zane’s tent.
For a moment, my blood seemed to freeze. I would have sat up if my body had obeyed, but it felt as if someone had poured air turned to lead into my limbs. I was slow, still painfully weak. The bandage a
