Isolde
Isolde woke up alone.
She was almost disappointed. Kael had been there each time she'd woken up that night. Maybe she had been looking forward to his eyes on her.
She pushed the thought away.
For a second, she just laid there, staring at the ceiling, her mind foggy with sleep. Then the ache in her stomach reminded her why she was here. She groaned and turned her head.
A healer was standing by the bed, flipping through a file. He looked up when he noticed she was awake and whistled.
“I made sure I came here because I wanted to know if it was true. Take a look.”
Her brows furrowed. The healer pointed at her arm.
Isolde pushed herself up, looking down.
The cast was gone.
Her shoulder, which had been broken just last night, was completely healed. Only a faint red scar remain
