Reya’s POV
When I woke the next time, the world felt hazy. My head still throbbed, though softer now, like the pounding had retreated somewhere deeper, echoing faintly in the distance instead of hammering right behind my eyes.
The light in my cabin was different too. Everywhere looked dim. The light that had spilled through the shutters earlier were gone. That meant it was late—maybe evening, though I couldn’t be sure how much time had passed.
I blinked against the dim glow, my throat aching with dryness, and my gaze caught on the figure still in the room.
Ashriel.
He was seated in my chair, the one pulled slightly away from the small table. His posture was relaxed in that deceptively careless way of his—one long leg stretched out before him, the other bent, his arm resting along the
