Samantha’s POV
When I opened my eyes, the ceiling above me was unfamiliar, pale and quiet, the faint scent of herbs lingering in the air. Voices came next—low, controlled, careful.
“Her pulse is stable.”
“She’s recovering well.”
I turned my head slightly.
The healer stood nearby, hands still faintly glowing from recent treatment, while Colin remained at the side of the bed, his posture rigid, watchful, as if he hadn’t allowed himself to relax for even a moment.
“I told you,” Colin said under his breath, though the tension in his voice hadn’t fully left. “She’s stronger than she looks.”
Before the healer could respond—
the door opened.
Fast.
Not violently.
But with urgency that couldn’t be hidden.
Andrew.
He crossed the room in seconds.
No hesitation.
No pause.
He was at my
