CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ephraim drifted in and out of consciousness. He was aware of gentle hands moving across his body, expertly setting broken bones and bandaging injuries. She talked as she worked. He couldn't follow the words, and he didn't understand much of what he heard, but her voice was soothing.
When he finally awakened, his head felt much clearer. The young woman was sitting nearby, on the floor, her back against a wall. She was fast asleep. Her clothes and skin were covered in dried blood. His. The room was strange, unlike any he knew. Where was he? It wasn't Calaspia. Of that much, he was sure. He extended his senses. Could this be Earth? Had Solstice magic brought him to Earth?
Ephraim sat up quietly, but she woke immediately. "Be careful moving. How are you feeling?"
She scooted
