Leanna’s POV
Discomfort.
It was the first thing I felt before I even opened my eyes.
A dull, burning ache settled deep in my bones, as if my entire body had been torn apart and stitched back together. My throat was raw, my wrists sore, and my head pounded like a war drum.
I was moving. No… someone was carrying me. I inhaled sharply, the scent flooding my senses before I could even think.
Cedarwood. Rain-soaked earth. A faint trace of blood. A scent I knew too well.
“Rigz…” My voice was raspy because my throat was too dry, but he heard me.
His grip on me tightened, just for a second. “I’m here,” he said, his voice gentler than usual.
I forced my heavy eyelids to open.
The world was a blur of warm golden light and shadows. My vision was hazy, but I could see his face, his strong, sh
