Liam’s pov
We’ve been in the for more than four hours now and Brielle was still unconscious while the infirmary was too quiet.
The silence pressed against my skull and refused to let me breathe properly.
I sat on a narrow sofa by the window, one leg crossed over the other, fingers drumming slowly against the small table before me.
‘Tap! Tap! Tap.!’ A steady rhythm meant to keep my thoughts in line. Still, it wasn’t helping as my thoughts swirled uncontrollably, my gaze stayed fixed on the woman on the bed who had lain motionless beneath pale linen sheets, her dark hair spread across the pillow, her face unnaturally still.
The healers had cleaned her wounds, wrapped her hands carefully in layers of salve-soaked cloth, but even from here, I could see how severe it was.
Her fingers w
