Petal's POV

The sound of Aslaan hitting the ground still echoed inside me long after it happened. I could still hear the thud of his body against the dirt, feel the way the air left my lungs as if it had been stolen from me too.

Now, hours later, the healer’s hut reeked of fever and fear. The air was thick with sweat, herbs, and the sharp tang of iron. Garcia moved like a ghost beside me, wringing cloth after cloth, dipping them into cool water, pressing them to Aslaan’s burning ...