Marian’s damp face was red as she lay on her bed, wrapped like a mummy.
Her eyes were quivering, but they were clear.
Gravan gazed steadily at her.
“Twenty-four hours. That’s all we need. To cover up your healing.”
“The day after tomorrow, you can move about, anyhow you please,” he commented flatly in his silk, comforting voice, addressing the other matter she had not raised – attending the Remembrance ceremony.
That had been the sole reason she had returned.
The only thing that had brought her back to the pack so soon after her departure.
And now, she could not attend it.
He knew this.
He and her father had discussed it in less than three sentences the moment she was out of the woods after Dax had broken her body.
It had been on the day after the attack. After he had woken up i
