Aria's/Lysara's POV

I woke up the next morning to find him by my bedside again. He sat on an armchair beside me, as he’d been doing since the day I got shot. The morning sun flushed much of him with its rich glow. The morning air tasted salty and smelled nice.

Along with the smell of morning was a blend of delicious aromas that wafted across my nostrils.

“Good morning, Lysara.” He said, and he lifted a breakfast table onto my bed. The aromas hit me harder now, even before my eyes made ...