Reya’s POV
My eyes fluttered open. For a moment, all I saw was a soft blur of white. My head throbbed, a dull ache behind my eyes, and my throat felt dry and scratchy. The last thing I remembered was the suffocating smoke, the roaring fire, and Ashriel’s voice calling my name as darkness swallowed me.
I blinked, trying to clear my vision. The ceiling above me was high, made of dark, polished wood, not the familiar rough plaster of my small infirmary room. Sunlight, soft and warm, streamed through a tall window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The room was large, much bigger than any guest room I’d seen in the packhouse. It was simply furnished, but with rich, dark woods and thick, soft blankets on the bed.
A scent filled the air, a deep, comforting smell of pine, old leather
