Theodora’s POV

When I came to, everything ached.

My ribs felt sore, my arm tucked to my side, feeling weak and unstable. Fuck, did I break my arm? The last thing I remembered was being catapulted across the bridge right into a window, so I’m sure that could have broken an arm.

My other arm was stretched across the cot, fingers wound up in something cool and comforting.

The last time I broke a bone, it was my femur in the wheel of a cyber bike. ...