DARRAGH’S POV

The first thing I felt when I woke up was the ache in my chest. Not the burning fire of silver poisoning, but the dull throb of healing flesh. My ribs felt like they'd been put back together wrong, tender and sore with every breath.

The second thing I noticed was the soft glow of lamplight dancing across the ceiling. Night had fallen while I was unconscious. The room smelled like healing herbs and something else I couldn't place. Something warm and familiar.

I turned my head and ...