6
“I’m good. I don’t need any rest,” Dani argued in a mumble.
She’d clawed her way back to consciousness to the sound of deep male voices. A rush of warmth filled her at one of them, but in the cotton wool between asleep and awake, she wasn’t sure why. Just that she liked it and felt safe when hearing it.
The memory of being beaten in the fight hit next. She was on the Latharian vessel… and she’d lost. Shame hit, her cheeks burning as she lay there, no strength in her body as she tried to work out what the hell to do next. How had this happened?
She’d lost to Sardaan. But he hadn’t hurt her. A quick mental check of her body revealed no new areas of pain. Some bruising and muscle aches but nothing that immediately flagged as an issue. She could fight if she had to.
Her mind went back o
