The healers tried to keep me in the infirmary for three days. I gave them three hours.

"You're being ridiculous," Darius said as I wrapped fresh bandages around my ribs. The bond-burn from our last fight had left marks across my skin. Patterns like lightning strikes. "Your body needs time to recover."

"My body can recover while I work." I pulled on a clean shirt, wincing. "We have a prisoner to interrogate and an army to rebuild. I don't have time for bed rest."

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