Chapter 26
The Scent of Wildflowers
When my eyes opened, I saw Damián sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. The sweet scent of wildflowers tingled my senses. The smell of hay and musk no longer invaded the air as I fought through the cobwebs of my mind. “Where am I?” I mumbled, my eyes raking over the room. My vision, still blurry, I strained, spotting a heavily draped window, a chandelier hanging low, and a king-size poster bed where I lay.
“You’re back at the castle.” His smile traveled up to his swollen eyes.
“I don’t understand. How did you find me?”
“Your voice. I heard you call my name.”
“What?” My brows collided. “You heard me?” I whispered.
“Of course I heard your voice. And by the smell of your blood, Hernando and I were able to find you.”
“I’m confused. Why aren’t I
