18
Sun prickled my eyelids and I stirred in the soft bedding. Surprisingly clear-headed, I willed my eyes to open and stared up at a wooden ceiling. The cracked oak was a different view than the tent I’d grown used to.
“You’re awake.”
“Ash?” I grunted, hoping I recognised the voice right.
“Don’t move too much.” My mate rushed to my side, the warmth of her hand soothing me. I relished in her touch, the relief filling my chest. Tears pooled in my eyes, prickling in the corners before they rolled down my cheeks.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ashleigh cupped my face, her hands tender against my skin. “Are you hurt?”
“No, just really, really happy to see you,” I admitted. I didn’t know how or when I made it back to the inn, but I was glad I did. Darren must’ve gotten us here. Or at least, I hoped
