Alexander’s POV
The world came back in pieces; sound first, then light, then the weight of my body. I felt the pain in my shoulder and the burning sensation throughout my veins. I knew without a doubt that I had a fever, and breathing became difficult, but I was alive, and that’s all that really mattered.
It meant that I could get back to the barracks… back to her.
Steel clattered somewhere below the ridge. James was shouting orders, something he does when I’m unable to. He wasn’t afraid to take charge when needed, which is why I kept him as my second-in-command.
I felt the rock in my back and the cold in the air; the pain was sharp and sick at the same time.
I looked down; blood had dried in a dark patch across my shirt. The broken shaft of the arrow was gone, but the wound burne
