SAROYA
The next thing I know, I am waking up in our camp. My throat feels clogged and my steadily beating heart feels strange and wrong. I groan and get up into a sitting position to find Fighter watching me with intense horse eyes.
“What? Sad I didn’t bite the dust?” I ask him. He huffs and lowers his head to continue eating his grass and I huff a laugh in return. I did not think it would be so nice to have the ill-mannered horse look at me and not through me. I run my hand over the sand beneath me, my bag beside me and I feel the strangest urge to laugh. I am alive! I am not a living ghost, stuck in a nightmare or anything.
A shadow falls upon my view and my smile dies as I glance up into the brooding face of Edin. He dumps my skin of water on the floor in front of me and my brows r
