Damon wiped the sweat from my forehead with his sleeve, his movements uncharacteristically gentle. "You fool," he muttered under his breath. "What if it didn't work? What if you'd died right in front of me just to prove a point?"
The healer stood slowly, packing his tools. "She'll rest now. The worst is over."
Damon didn't respond. He just stared down at me like he couldn't decide whether to be angry or relieved.
"I'll stay nearby," the healer said. "But for now, she's safe. Her body is doing the rest."
Damon nodded once, never looking away from me.
As the door closed behind the healer, silence filled the room again. Damon let out a quiet breath and whispered, "You stupid little pet… don't you dare do that again."
Their words turned into a muffled noise, and my eyes fluttered closed, embracing the darkness.
…
My eyes fluttered open. I was lying on my stomach. I sat up, stretching my arms and cracking my neck.
