KILLIAN’S POV
My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
I sat on the edge of the narrow infirmary cot, my fingers digging into my knees so hard I thought I might snap the bone. The smell of the room was making me sick...bitter herbs, clean linen, and the heavy, copper scent of blood that just wouldn't leave my nose.
I looked at the person laying under the white sheets.
I couldn't call her Rowan. I couldn't even think that name anymore. It felt like a stone in my mouth.
I reached out, my hand hovering over the edge of the blanket, but I pulled back. I was terrified to touch her. I was terrified that if I touched her, she’d break, or worse...I’d have to face what I had done.
When I had pulled up that hoodie in the mine, desperately trying to find the wound, I expected to see the lean, scarred ch
