Chapter 49: CadyI WAKE SLOWLY, swimming up to consciousness to the sound of familiar voices: Cadence and Ash.
They’re both alive, then. Or I’m dead—not an entirely unpleasant thought. The ceiling is unfamiliar, raw concrete with a single bulb.
Ange leans over me. “Welcome back. Took you long enough.”
“Easy, Ange,” Ash says from the next bed over, grinning. “She did well for her first big battle.”
He looks good. Too good, considering how much blood he’d lost.
“How?” The word grates past my lips as if I’ve been gargling concrete. I cough and try again. “How long?”
“You’ve been out for three days,” Cadence says from nowhere, as usual. “He’s just faking. Typical—always trying to look tough. Don’t let him fool you; he’ll be recovering for ages yet.”
“You needed your sleep,” Ange says.
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