I woke up to the faint smell of herbs and the gentle hum of voices. My head felt heavy, and my body ached like I’d been hit by a truck. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, the soft light of the room piercing through the grogginess. I was in the healing room.
“Her vitals are stable. It was just an allergic reaction. She’s fine now, but she needs rest,” I heard a calm, professional voice say. My ears perked up, and I turned my head slightly to see the healer talking to Liam. His broad back was tense, his arms crossed as if he didn’t entirely trust the healer’s words.
“She doesn’t look fine,” Liam muttered, his voice low but sharp.
“I’m right here, you know,” I croaked, my throat dry. Both their heads whipped toward me.
“Ava,” Liam said, relief flooding his voice as he closed the distance bet
