Raven stood in front of the mirror in her room, examining her reflection with a critical eye. A few days had passed since she woke in the clinic, and the healers had finally cleared her to return to her quarters.
She looked completely normal. Her skin had regained its healthy color, her eyes were bright and alert, and there was no trace of the wound that should have killed her.
She lifted her shirt and ran her fingers over the smooth unblemished skin of her chest. There wasn't even a scar apart from the one that had been right over her chest.
Nothing to indicate that Gerald's blade had pierced her heart and stolen her life. It was as if the attack had never happened, except for the vivid memories that haunted her dreams.
This was the second time she had died and come back. The second
