Chapter 22
Keir
“Stupid i***t men.” The angry voice pulled Keir from the fog of too much sleep, but he couldn’t seem to make his eyes work. Loud thumping and stomping footsteps continued to draw him from the fog.
“How any of them manage to accomplish a single thing is beyond me. If they aren’t starting wars, they’re getting themselves injured in the Comhrac, of all the stupid, asinine things to do.”
Someone punched the pillow under his head and rearranged the blankets around his aching body.
Keir’s mind began to catch up to current events, and his eyes finally fluttered open, though he wished they hadn’t. Blazing sunlight streamed into the room, setting his head throbbing with shooting daggers of pain.
“Too bright,” he managed to croak the words through his dry throat and cracked lip
