Raquel’s POV

Sunlight, warm and dreamlike, hit my battered body, and I came to all at once. The encroaching darkness, the King’s body crucified to the wall, the demon wearing his brother’s skin, Mal—

“Mal!” I tried to get up from the bedroll I was stretched out on, but smooth hands with odd callouses pressed me back down. It wasn’t until I stopped thrashing, and fighting, that a cool rag was placed on my head. ...