DINI CAME TO AWARENESS slowly. Something wet lay across her forehead and her palms were filled with something moist too. She jumped as a door slammed shut nearby and felt the presence of someone standing next to her.
A large, slightly calloused hand touched her cheeks and forehead. Godric’s familiar and comforting scent infused her senses. She forced her eyes open and immediately slammed them closed again as pain stabbed through her head.
“You’ve suffered heat exhaustion. Blood loss from the bullet wound only exacerbated it. You’re gonna have a headache for a while. Here...drink this.”
Dumping wet leaves from her hands, Dini cracked her eyelids long enough to accept a small, tin mug from him. She sniffed it and smiled. “Willow? Or Poplar?”
“Poplar. I didn’t see any p***y willows in the
