Deborah’s POV

Deborah woke to the scent of mountain sage and clean linen, and the feel of Erick's hand in hers.

Her eyelids felt heavy, as if weighted down. She blinked against the soft morning light filtering through gauze curtains, her vision swam before settling on Erick's familiar face.

He sat in a chair pulled close to the bed, his head bowed, dark hair falling forward. Even in sleep, he looked exhausted, with shadows beneath his eyes.

How long had she been unconscious?

She tried ...