Chapter 15

Samantha’s POV

The first thing I felt was the sharp sting in my arm. My eyes fluttered open and met with the dim glow of the tent’s lanterns, the fabric walls swaying faintly in the cool night breeze. Everything smelled of herbs and antiseptic, which was far different from the chaos that reeked with blood and stench of rogues.

I blinked, trying to sit up, but a voice stopped me.

“Easy there,” the doctor said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. Her face was lined with worry, though her tone was calm. “You have been through quite a lot.”

“Killian?” I croaked, my throat dry.

The doctor smiled reassuringly. “He is fine. A few scratches, but nothing serious. He has been pacing outside, demanding updates every few minutes.”

Relief washed over me like a wave, loosening the knot of tension in my chest. Killian was safe. That was all that mattered.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice steadier now as I tried to recall the night.

The doctor’s expression darkened as she set a bottle of medicin