Althea stirred on the bed, her lashes fluttering as she slowly opened her eyes. A faint dizziness lingered, but her strength had mostly returned, and she could feel her energy flowing back into her limbs.

“You’re finally awake, My Lady!” Melva exclaimed, hurrying to her side.

Althea didn’t answer right away. Her gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling, her mind replaying the last thing she remembered—collapsing in Gavriel’s arms, his voice tight with worry as he called her name.

“Did ...