I woke up to pain.
Dull Aching Pain.
In my palm. In my chest. In my head.
The tent was dark the low lantern casted dull long shadows on he wall.
I pushed myself up slowly, steadying my legs, I hastily put the amulet back on my neck.
Jax was breathing.
Slowly, Steadily, Alive
Maeve sat beside him
She looked up when I moved with her red-rimmed eyes.
"He's stable," she said. Voice quiet. Broken. "The counter-potion worked. For now."
I nodded once. Didn't speak.
I didn't know what to say.
What does someone say in this position.
They wanted me dead. Maeve. Jax. They were sent to kill me. Their lives were on the line—Kain would have killed them if they didn't—but still. Still. They agreed. They came here to murder me. To slip poison in my food. To slit my throat while I slept. To end me so they could live. And Jax… gods, Jax. I almost kissed him. I almost let him in. I almost trusted him. What if he'd done it then? What if.....
I stood shakily and backed toward the flap.
