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Chapter Fifteen

It was nearly two weeks later before Brenna was allowed to return to some semblance of a normal life. She walked holding Cameron’s arm as he set a snail’s pace down the stairs that evening, prepared to have dinner in the Great Hall with everyone for the first time since her injuries and rescue.

She barely stifled the urge to roll her eyes at how careful he was with her. She tried to be understanding though, knowing he was still recovering from how close he’d come to losing her. It was easier for her, because one of Agnes’s potions had taken most of her memories of the event itself.

She had small flashes, but they were mainly positive—all involving or revolving around Cameron, like his dramatic entrance into the tent, or later, when he had kissed her so sweetly on the temple and told her he loved her. She had a vague memory of telling him she loved him, but it wasn’t sharp enough for her, so she’d made sure since then to tell him a few times a day to remind him and hers