LIORA’S POV
Before I could scream again, Lucas’s hand clamped over my mouth.
“If you wake the entire camp, you’ll have much bigger problems than being in my tent,” he said quietly.
I tried to push his hand away, struggling against his grip. But the movement jostled my ankle and pain shot through me, making me freeze.
That’s when I noticed it.
My ankle was wrapped in clean white bandages, secured with wooden splints on either side. A proper cast, professionally done.
I looked up at Lucas with confusion and accusation in my eyes.
He slowly removed his hand from my mouth. “Can you be quiet now?”
“What did you do?” I whispered. “When did this happen?”
“After you fainted, I called for the physician. He examined your ankle, confirmed the relocation was successful, and applied a proper c
