CHAPTER FOUR
BREA
“Dear.” Someone shook Brea’s shoulder.
Her eyes slid open, and for a moment, she didn’t remember where she was.
The healer. Finn. Lochlan. Rubbing her face, she looked to the man laying still on the bed wrapped in bandages and ice.
“Lady Brea,” the voice said again.
She lifted her eyes to find Captain Donovan standing next to her chair. “You should go back to your rooms.”
She shook her head, her eyes finding the empty bed where Finn had been resting. “Where’s Finn?”
“I had a few men help him to his rooms where he’d be more comfortable. My son was unharmed, just exhausted. We do not yet know the extent of their journey, but it took a toll on him.”
She nodded, settling her eyes back on Lochlan. “Will he wake?”
“The healer said his fever broke. We need to remove th
