FAELAN'S POV
I might as well have been leaving sparks behind me.
That was how hard my boots struck the stone as I tore through the corridors, pain flaring at my ribs with every step—but I clung to it. It kept the fury sharp, focused.
“Faelan?” Renli’s voice cut in as I rounded a corner.
I nearly collided with her. Her eyes widened, dropping instantly to the bandage wrapped tight around my ribs. “What are you doing up and about?” she demanded. “You should be resting.”
I didn’t slow. Didn’t answer.
She swore under her breath and fell into step beside me. “Faelan, you stubborn ass.”
I kept walking.
When I reached my destination, my restraint finally snapped.
I kicked open the door to Ser Thamiel’s apothecary. The impact sent a shudder through the walls—bottles rattling on their shelv
