“Yebat’.”

The curse roused me from my sleep, and I turned to see Marek holding a platter of most-likely the bone broth Kamilia had been serving me. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I saw it was about midday with the sun streaming in from the windows.

“You shouldn’t be up.”

In a shocking action, Marek set the platter down on the table and dropped to one knee before me. His hands touched my bare legs as the goosebumps exploded all over my body. He gingerly touched my ankle.

“This ...