ELYSIA’S POVI didn’t really sleep. I drifted in and out, my mind too restless and my body too tense. Every creak of the floorboards outside my door made me jump. Every distant voice quickened my heart. By the time dawn light filtered through the window, I was utterly exhausted. But I was awake.I sat up slowly, wincing as pain shot through my ribs. The pain was duller now—not the sharp, stabbing agony from before, but a deep ache that throbbed with every breath. I pressed a hand to my side, feeling the bandages beneath the thin nightgown. I should still be bedridden. But I wasn’t. My wolf stirred, restless. *We’re healing.* “Not fast enough,” I thought. “Faster than we should be,” came the response. I frowned and pushed the thought away. A sharp knock on the door made me flinch. “Come in,” I said, my voice still hoarse. The door opened, and a different servant entered—a middle-aged woman with sharp features and a no-nonsense expression. She car
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