Caleb's POV

The healing chamber smelled like herbs and something bitter that made my nose wrinkle. Pain radiated through my shoulder where the arrow had cut deep but I barely felt it compared to the relief flooding through me.

Verity was alive, unharmed and safe.

That was all that mattered.

She sat beside my bed with her hands twisted in her lap and her eyes red from crying. The healers moved around us and applied concoctions and wrapped bandages but she didn't acknowledge any of them. She ...