Chapter 65

Jaxon

I woke to the scent of herbs and something sweet, vanilla or honey, maybe both. The room was quiet except for the steady beep of machines and the faint rush of wind outside the window.

Kara was seated at the edge of the bed, her eyes scanning some handwritten notes. She didn’t flinch when I stirred.

“You’re awake,” she said softly, not looking up.

I tried to sit up but a wave of pain knocked the breath out of me. My throat was dry. “How long?”

“Four ...