Warmth. It was the first thing Thorne felt.
Not the all-consuming cold, not the ache he'd felt in his bones. All he felt was warmth.
His lashes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the light. He inhaled sharply, waiting for the pain, but there was none.
The memories came flashing into his head. The Outer Banks, Elara, the pain, the execution stand, Adina.
His eyes widened, Adina. She was going to be executed. She was going to be—
His mind went silent the moment he laid eyes on her. There she was kneeling beside the bed, head resting on the edge of the mattress like she'd collapsed from exhaustion. She was alive. He was able to save her. It wasn't a figment of his imagination.
Thorne's heart clenched at this… Adina was going to be killed… And that too by Elara.
