"How long was I out?" I ask him. My voice doesn't feel like mine. It is raspy and snappy.
His fingers clench and unfurl at his sides, like they always do right before he gives into the urge to touch me. But he must decide otherwise because he averts his gaze. "Two days."
I do not need to ask to know he's been here the entire time. The dark circles under his eyes tell me as much. "How do you feel?"
I look pointedly at the few drops of blood staining the gown. Someone must have helped me out of the ruined gown, bathed and clothed me. Lilia, probably.
"Fine," I say.
I can tell he wants to ask more, but my short response stopped that."Okay. Then there's someone here to see you."
And he storms out, shoulders tight.
I only have a moment to arrange the covers around my thighs before the do
