I was swung up into Rohan's arms.

I fought him, but he was too strong for me to break his hold. "Let go of me."

He muttered something that sounded like "I wish I could." But that couldn't be right because he deposited me carefully back on the bed, folding the covers over my legs.

"Rest. I have the hawkweed for the spell." He still clutched something in his fist, squeezing it in small pulses.

"How?"

Tighter and tighter he squeezed. The bones in ...