The scent of flowers hit me first, then something off, chemical, maybe. Funeral vibes, I thought.
My eyelids felt like bricks. When I finally pried them open, I was in a cramped room. Makarius was beside me in bed, and Pirate was slumped in a chair, head lolling like a broken doll.
I shifted my arm, and Makarius stirred. His lips brushed my shoulder, but his eyes stayed locked on mine.
“Let me get you water,” he murmured. I gulped it down like I’d been crawling through a desert. He perched on the edge of the bed, his good arm pulling me to his chest. I held onto him tight.
“Never pull that s**t again, Victoria,” he whispered. “The arrow was poisoned.”
I leaned back. “Who attacked them?”
“You think they give prisoners a f*****g newsletter?” Makarius shot back.
Pirate groaned as he st
