LIANDREN’S POV

“How is he?” I asked the healer as she checked Rowan’s pulse.

His eyes seemed tired and the scent of his blood mixed with ointment rolled through the air like wildfire.

His chest rose and fell with each breath, his back leaning against the headboard of the bed.

Her face wore a grim expression, and my heart rate spiked. I snatched her hand, yanking her down. “What is it?”

Rowan looked like he would rather be anywhere but here. He lifted his hand to his chest, touching ...