AMARIS’S POV
Suddenly, the door to my room flung open, and barreling in with quick, urgent steps was Prudence.
Her wide, frightened eyes landed on me as she rushed forward, dropping to her knees beside my bed before pressing a hand to my forehead.
“Mistress! Are you okay? I heard a scream. Has the fever returned? Oh, dear, you look too pale.” She got to her feet instantly, not waiting for a response. “I should call for the pack doctor quickly.”
“Hey—” my voice was hoarse, and I winced—both from the splitting headache that came with speaking and from how I sounded like I had been chewing on gravel.
I cleared my throat and tried again.
“Hey, it’s fine—I’m fine. No need for the pack doctor or the panic. I just had a… bad dream.”
Prudence’s concerned gaze scanned me, keen and doubtful.
