CHAPTER 7
She must have fallen asleep. That was the only explanation for how difficult it was to open her eyes.
"Macey?" A hand followed her name, stroking along her brow.
Everything came flooding back. Where she was. What she'd done. Who she'd lost.
Sitting bolt upright, her gaze flickered around the room, trying to take in who was with her.
"Flint." Relief filled her as she saw her wraith sitting by the bed. It had been his hand on her forehead then. She was relieved he was okay.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked softly.
"Achey," she answered. Her whole body felt heavy and exhausted, like she couldn't deal with even moving to react to the world around her.
"I'm not surprised. You did a lot of magic yesterday."
"I slept for that long?"
"Most of the day," Flint answered. "The
