The next couple days were shrouded in a haze. Aster could barely remember them. He wasn’t sure when Kray’s men left—was it when they reached the infirmary, or was it at the gates? Eddie had shown up at some point, hadn’t he? It must have happened, but he couldn’t remember it at all.

He couldn’t even remember the faces of the Physicks, the ones that begged him to leave while they worked to remove the crossbow bolt, disinfect the wound, and stop the bleeding. But Aster ...