Three
Every muscle in her body hurt. Her head pounded, and there was an especially alarming dull ache in her collarbone, one that told her she’d been injured, and probably pretty badly.
Far more alarming than that, however, was the man who sat at her bedside and peered down at her with far more concern in his eyes than she’d expected.
Blue. They were a pure, piercing blue, just like she’d thought they would be.
“Wha — ?” The word came out in a croak, and she immediately started coughing.
“Here,” he said, holding out a glass of water. “Can you drink?”
Could she? Probably. He sat on her right side, on her uninjured side.
No, scratch that. Her less injured side. Her shoulder throbbed, and she could see bruises and scrapes on her arm as she lifted it to take the water from him. Still, s
