I woke to screaming.

Not my screaming—though my body felt like it had been shattered and poorly reassembled. The screaming came from the medical tent next to mine, where someone was experiencing agony I recognized intimately.

Bond fracture pain.

I tried to sit up and immediately regretted it. Every nerve ending felt exposed, raw, like I had been flayed alive from the inside out.

"Stay down." Lady Seraphine's voice cut through the haze. She pressed a cool cloth against my forehead. "You ...