Lyla
I came awake groaning with pain. Every muscle in my body ached, and a sharp, stabbing sensation radiated from my chest. Instinctively, I tried to sit up.
Strong hands immediately clamped down on my shoulders, urging me back onto the bed. "Lie still, Lyla. You'll tear the stitches."
I blinked, trying to focus on the face hovering over me. It wasn't Nanny, but her friend, the Wise Woman. "Terra?"
She nodded, adjusting something on the IV drip attached to my arm. "You've been unconscious for two days."
"Two days?" I tried to sit up again. "I need to go help them fight!"
Terra shook her head firmly. "No. The fight is over. The Ferals all retreated after you fell."
The memories of the fight flooded back—the battle, the strange encounter with Nymeris, the blue flames erupting from my hands, and then... Cassidy and her blade piercing through my chest.
