Chapter 17
Davi’s pulse pounded in his head and there was no respite from the pain.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
A cool cloth touched his chest. Where had his clothes gone?
“He’s burning up,” a voice said. It was a sweet voice that sent warmth through Davi’s chilled limbs.
“Rissa.” Someone else must be in the room with her. This voice was deeper.
Davi moved his lips, but no sound came out.
He put all his energy into opening his eyes. Rissa hovered over him, her blazing hair hanging over one shoulder. If he could only lift his arm, he could run his fingers through the silky strands.
She smiled slowly. “Trystan, he’s awake.”
The king in question appeared.
Davi’s chest inflated painfully. “What happened?”
“You don’t remember?” A third voice asked.
He hadn’t seen Lorelai at the end of the bed
