I ran my hands over his now perfectly smooth chest, assuring myself his wound hadn’t opened again. “Tyrrik,” I said in a tight voice. “You’re al’right?” He chuckled wearily, a low throaty sound of warm embers. “Just weak. Are you okay, Khosana?” A tear slipped from my eye, emotions breaking away from my control. “You’re worried about me? I nearly killed you.” His eyes found mine, slightly unfocused. “You’ve been Drae less than three days; the fault was mine. I should’ve been clearer. You saved my life.”
