~The Dinner That Changed Everything~

EIRA

Last night, I went to bed with a knot in my chest, the healer’s words replaying in my head.

“The wounds aren’t responding… he’s getting weaker.”

They’d looked bad when he staggered back from rescuing Ivy. The wounds were deep, angry gashes along his ribs that refused to close, no matter what salves or stitches were used. By the time I left his room, his skin had been pale with fever, his breathing tight, and for the first time, I’d ...