Chapter Eleven
Dell didn’t know where he was as his eyes slid open. Heavy furs weighed him down on the unfamiliar bed. Was he back in Bela? How did he get here?
His eyes roamed the sparse room until settling on the girl sleeping next to the bed. Helena. If she was there, he knew he had to be somewhere good. He was okay.
Early morning light streamed through a window, casting a glow along the floor.
An ache began in his head, stretching down through his entire body. He tried to push the covers aside, but his arms lacked the strength.
“Len,” he whispered, trying to force strength into his voice.
She didn’t stir.
“Len.” Louder that time.
Helena shifted in the chair that couldn’t have been comfortable, her lids peeling back slowly. She took a moment to find his gaze, but her entire body
