Kael’s POV
My eyes felt unbearably heavy as I pried them open, blinking several times to get them to focus. A dull ache throbbed at the back of my head, and my vision swam, the world around me blurry and slow. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and smoke.
Where the hell am I?
I tried to sit up, but a white-hot pain shot through my ribs, forcing a guttural sound out of my throat. My muscles trembled, and I sank back onto the bed, gritting my teeth. Every nerve screamed
“Stay still,” a soft feminine voice said beside me, calm but firm. “Your wounds are still fresh.”
I turned my head toward the sound. A woman stood by my side, holding a small wooden bowl that gave off steam. Her hair was a deep auburn, tumbling over her shoulders in waves and eyes the colour of smoke. I didn’t rec
