When I finally woke up, my eyelids were heavy, making it difficult to open them. My mouth felt dry as I swallowed, and when I tried to move, the covers seemed too heavy over me. Something soft and warm caressed my forehead—it took me a moment to register that they were lips. Slowly, memories crashed into me as I fought to open my eyes.
"Kil...lian," I murmured when I finally managed to look up.
"You're awake?" His lips moved, and then I met his dark eyes.
I tried to speak, but instead, I coughed. Killian hurriedly got up, reaching for something behind him. Helping me sit up and lean back, he placed a glass against my lips, and I swallowed a few gulps of water. I pushed the glass away as my vision cleared.
I was lying in a comfortable king-sized bed with white covers draped over me. Kil
