12
Blair
Before I fully woke up, I registered the dull pain on the back of my head. By the fallen leaves, that hurt. What a miserable—
I opened my eyes, remembering everything that had happened. The village, the sea elves, the fire, the screams, Red arriving and helping, the rusting sea elf knocking me out.
Then darkness.
The second thing I registered was that I wasn’t alone on the mattress in my tent. Red sat a few inches from my waist, at the edge of the mattress, his eyes closed and his hand on top of mine.
I didn’t know if he was sleeping or resting his eyes, but I took advantage of this moment to take a good look at him. Besides the sweat and the splat of blood on his neck and the sleeves of his tunic, he still took my breath away. He had always been handsome, but somehow he was
