Freya‘s pov. continuation

Silence. The yard, the keep, the entire sky seemed to pause and lean in.

Dorian’s mouth opened and closed. Once. Twice. Then he scooped me up so fast the world blurred and began barking orders I didn’t remember him giving. By the time my feet touched stone again we were already in the healer’s wing, and a flurry of competent hands had placed me on a cool bed.

Herbs steamed in clay bowls. Someone tied my hair back. A healer with steady eyes ...