Mira’s POV

Pain wakes me before awareness does. Everything hurts, ribs, skin, muscles I didn’t know existed. But the first thing I register is Lyra’s hand still in mine.

She’s breathing. Steady. Alive.

Cyrus lies on her other side, unconscious, his hand on her shoulder. Kael stands at the tent entrance, outlined by fading daylight.

A healer approaches with water and something for the pain. I shake my head. I need to stay alert.

“Three broken ribs, burns, internal bruising,” she ...