Evelina's POV
"You're safe. Both of you."
The voice reached me before I could place where I was, low and even. My shoulder ached in a way that told me someone had already tended to it, the sheets beneath me foreign and clean.
I opened my eyes to a room I did not recognize, stone walls that looked older than any building I had ever set foot in, high windows letting in grey morning light, and a fire burning low in a hearth built for a room twice this size.
Caspian sat in a chair pulled close to the bed, elbows on his knees, watching me without a word.
"Where," I started, and my voice came out cracked.
"My estate," he said. "You have been asleep since last night."
I pushed myself up against the pillows and tested the shoulder. It held.
My hand went to the space beside me, the shape Re
