TENNA.
They walked me back to my room. All three of them, forming a protective triangle around me like I might collapse in the hallway if left unsupervised.
Honestly, they probably weren't wrong.
"Shower and rest," Elliot said when we reached my door. His hand came up to cup my face, thumb brushing over a bruise that was already forming on my cheekbone. "Then dinner in two hours."
"Can't wait," I muttered, exhaustion making my sarcasm sharper than intended.
Rowan kissed my forehead, his lips soft against my skin. "You're doing great. Better than great. You're exceeding every expectation."
"Pretty sure the expectation was 'try not to die,' so yeah, I'm killing it. Metaphorically speaking."
Torhana pulled me against his chest, his hand cupping the back of my head. He didn't say anythi
