CHAPTER 25
Hannah. She had come to him, tended to him. It was more real than any of his previous visions. He groaned when he woke, unwilling for the dream to end.
“Do you hurt much?” The voice was pristine, beautiful. The surge of energy that shot through him forced out a violent cough.
He blinked. “Not dreaming?” The laughter that rang out was sweeter than cool water from the freshest mountain stream. He reached his hand up to stroke her cheek and felt strong enough to dance. “Where are we?”
“The infirmary. I told them I’d help you recover. Said you might even work again in the mines.” Her fingers traced the veins on his forearm.
He opened his mouth and tried several times to speak. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Shhh.” She glanced over her shoulder and then picked up a small
