AMARIS’S POV
I woke up to the sound of rushing water.
Cool air brushed against my skin—a clear contrast to what I last remembered: the scorching heat of explosion.
My body ached all over, my head banging, and the rough edges of gravel pressing into my back didn’t help. When I shifted slightly, pain flared up the side of my neck, making me wince.
“You took your sweet time.” A low, lazy drawl.
Zevran.
I turned my head slightly and found him sitting cross-legged beside me, long fingers smearing something damp onto my neck.
The cooling sensation bit into my raw skin, and my cheeks heated when his touch lingered for a second too long.
I tried to move away, but the sting of my wound rooted me in place.
“Careful,” he muttered, not looking up from his task. “Or I might accidentally snap
