Alyna woke and saw Caedmon’s cool eyes looking down at her. He smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
A“I know you don’t feel well,” he said, “but I’d guess that the pain from more than twenty puncture wounds would be a lot worse than the annoying lingering side effects of a strong dose of painkiller. I’ll get you some water.”
He stood and went to a corner of the room. She realized now that she was in her own bed. Her small kitchen table had been moved into the bedroom and was now holding a jug of water and some medical equipment and medicine.
“I’m sorry, Caedmon.”
“For saving my life? I don’t think saying sorry is necessary.” He returned with a glass of water.
“Can you forgive me?”
He gently helped her sit up and gave her the water. “Alyna, you did what was necessary. What hap
