Chapter 10
10 Aeric woke with a ragged roar bursting from his throat. He pushed at the bedclothes clinging to his arms and legs, frantic. Heart pounding, his dragon and bear raging, he was in a state of pure panic. “Alice!” he shouted. He was in a strange bedroom, tucked into the bed tighter than a mummy. The whole room was done in pure white; the smell of astringent chemicals told him that he was in some kind of hospital. “Where am I?” he demanded to know. “Where’s Alice?” “Do not shift again,” Mere Marie said, appearing next to the bed. She held a damp washcloth in her hand, casting a critical eye over him. “And quit moving around so much. You’re badly wounded.” She was right about the last part. Pain ripped through the right side of his body, and when he managed to get the comforter off his
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