Baron’s gaze lingered on her a moment longer before his voice finally cut through the room's quiet.
“How’s your injury?”
Elowyn blinked, the words striking her like cold water. Her chest tightened; she froze where she lay.
“…What injury?” she asked, too quickly, too stiffly.
Baron’s eyes narrowed, studying her as if she’d just dared him to test her memory. His voice stayed low, even, but the weight in it was unmistakable.
“The s***h on your leg. Last night. During the race.” His jaw flexed. “Alfonso carried you halfway back. I finished the rest. Took you to the dormitories myself. You fainted.”
The words left her stunned, scrambling for composure.
Heat rose to her face, though not from his scent this time. She forced a shaky laugh, pressing her hand against her temple as though the
