I lifted my arm and groaned at the stiffness in my shoulder.
"He dislocated your sword arm too. I put it back into place," Aric explained gently.
"Bastard. I would have kicked his ass if he didn't," I scoffed.
"I'm sure that you would have," he replied with an amused chuckle.
His hand holding my head moved to cup around the side of my face. His touch was soothing, and it made me feel safe, even though I was so hurt.
"How long have I been out?" I asked.
"Five days," he answered. I could pick up on several different emotions hidden beneath his words, his sadness, his worry, and his fear. There was something else though.
There was also love. I swallowed, remembering that I bore his mark on my neck, but I had yet to mark him in the same way.
