Sera
The first thing I saw was frost, clinging to the window like a spider web. Pale light seeped into the room, cold and still.
My eyes adjusted, dragging across the unfamiliar room. The air smelled of wood smoke and something herbal—lavender, maybe. The sheets beneath me were thick and smooth. Definitely not a hospital. And not home.
Where was I?
I shifted and sucked in a breath at the sharp pain in my side. It felt like I had been tossed into a meat grinder.
Then I saw him.
Adrik.
He was slumped beside the bed in an armchair that was far too small for him, his large frame was curled awkwardly, chin tipped to his chest. His fingers were wrapped tightly around mine like he’d never let go. His other hand rested loosely on his lap. I could see that his knuckles were slightly bruise
