Chapter 13
Duchy of Aragoni
Dani
HOW DOES ANYONE manage to sleep in a hospital unless they’re drugged out of their mind? I drifted in and out of sleep all night long, but it seemed that every time I went to sleep someone found an urgent reason to, if not deliberately wake me, at least do something to me, for me, or nearby that had the same effect. When I finally came to, around six, I think it must have been, the first thing I saw was Sal sitting on the edge of the adjacent bed—looking straight at me.
“Good morning, Sal,” I said.
“Good morning. How are you?”
“I’ve been better. Yourself?”
“Getting there,” he said. “Dani, I’m so sorry about what happened.”
“Whoa!” I said. “Stop right there with that nonsense. By all accounts you saved our lives.”
“I can’t imagine how.”
“Because whe
