When she woke again, sunlight streamed through the windows. Her body ached like she had run a marathon. Her head pounded.
Gideon sat in a chair beside the bed, watching her. He looked exhausted, like he had not slept at all.
"How long was I asleep?" Evie asked, her voice hoarse.
"Eighteen hours," Gideon said. "How do you feel?"
"Like I got hit by a truck," Evie admitted. "How is Victoria?"
"Awake. Stable. The healers say she is healing faster than expected, probably because of the binding." Gideon stood and poured a glass of water, helping Evie sit up to drink. "She has been asking for you."
"I want to see her," Evie said.
"After you eat something," Gideon said firmly. "You need to regain your strength."
Delilah brought breakfast, a huge spread of food that made Evie's stomach grow
