Brax POV
“So, that excludes Blackbriar’s warriors…”
“Of course, her father is at the ready with his warriors…”
Brax stirred as the voices filtered through, but they didn’t reach his mind. In fact, his mind felt blurred.
Why was he feeling this way? And where was he? His fingers felt soft blankets underneath, so he knew was in a bed.
Suddenly, the beeping started registering… was he in the hospital?
He opened his eyes and tried to sit up.
“Wow, there, Brax, take it easy,” Jackson was by his side, a hand on his shoulder.
“What’s going on, why am I in the hospital?” he asked, looking around to see his entire unit, and the witches in the room.
“Brax, just take some time to wake up and—”
“Tell me!” He demanded, pulling off the cords taped to his body, and stepping out of the bed.
“We
