Nyx's POV
"You're safe now." Warrick's voice was low, soothing. "I'm here. Nothing is going to hurt you."
"Promise me you won't leave. Promise me you'll stay."
"I promise."
I turned and walked the other way.
The servant girl hurried after me. "Healer? The warrior is this way—"
"Find another route."
We took the long way around. By the time we reached the training yard, I'd buried the image deep enough that my hands weren't shaking anymore.
The warrior had twisted his knee. Nothing serious. I wrapped it, gave him instructions, and walked back to the medical wing through the rain.
I was soaked by the time I arrived. I stood by the fire, dripping onto the stone floor, and stared into the flames.
He'd promised her. He'd held her and promised her he wouldn't leave.
Whatever I'd though
