Chapter Twenty-One
Being resurrected wasn't a pleasant experience. In a way, it felt like Macey's body was being reassembled, painful bit by painful bit. Her chest was the worst, the place where she'd stabbed herself. She dimly remembered that, like fragments of a dream. At least she was back in full control of her body. No Mahoun inside her like a parasite.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, adjusting to the world of the living. The ground was hard against her back and she shifted to her side in an attempt to make herself more comfortable. She wasn't quite ready to get up yet. Her body was still mending itself; she could almost feel muscle and blood vessels being stitched together.
"Macey? Oh my words, Macey!"
Cam appeared in her line of vision, staring at her as if she was a ghost. Maybe s
