Emily’s POV
The morning light spilled through the small wooden blinds, stretching in golden lines across the room. My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I felt was the steady throb of my leg. It wasn’t as sharp anymore, more of a dull ache that pulsed with each heartbeat. I sat up slowly, pushing the blanket off my body and swinging my feet to the side. My toes curled against the cool floor.
Carefully, I reached down and unwrapped the bandage on my leg. The wound looked… better. Pinker at the edges, healing faster than it should. Maybe it was the herbal ointments Zariah had been sneaking me, or maybe… it was him. Dalton. I didn’t even know if his presence had anything to do with my recovery, but every time he was near, I felt a strange energy humming inside me, like my body wanted
