“Tara!” said a familiar masculine voice above me. “Tara, wake up. Please wake up.”
My eyes snapped open. I was lying on the mat in Lucius’ training room, staring up at the stone ceiling and Lucius’ face that was still too handsome for his own good. He was looking down at me with a mixture of worry and concern in his eyes, which should have made me feel happy and warm inside, but I was still too distracted by the dream or vision or whatever it was I had to think about how attractive Lucius was.
“Lucius?” I said, my voice groggy and slow. “What … what happened? How long have I been out?”
“A few minutes,” said Lucius, who sounded relieved that I was okay. “We were about to begin our second round of fighting when you suddenly lost consciousness. Luckily, I caught you before you cracked your
