Dante’s pov
I walked out of the packhouse and got onto my horse as I rode to the infirmary.
It didn’t take long before I got there, parked my horse and tied it and entered the infirmary.
The smell of herbs hit me as I walked in. I wasn’t comfortable with the smell but then what choice did I have? I had to see Tomas.
He was sitting up on the bed when I entered, his chest bandaged; another bandage was wrapped around his head. He didn't look as bad as I thought he would; considering how he had looked when they had taken him away in a stretcher from my study.
He looked up when he saw me. His face was hard.
“Shut the door, Dante,” he said in a low, sharp voice.
I turned and pushed the door shut behind me. A few healers looked our way, but I glared and waved them off. “leave.”
They bowed
