Chapter 47 Stitches and Promises

Pain woke me.

Sharp. Burning. Radiating from my shoulder through my entire body.

I tried to move. Couldn’t. Something held my arm down. Bandages. Heavy and tight.

“Don’t.” A hand on my good shoulder. Gentle. Familiar. “You’ll tear the stitches.”

Lycian’s voice. Rough. Like he’d been screaming. O...