CHAPTER 32 — Healer's RoomI woke to the ache in my side, it was the first thing I felt, dull and deep, pulsing with every breath, reminding me that a knife had gone where it was not supposed to go.I squinted against the light, the ceiling above me was low, wooden beams crossing overhead, nothing like the high stone arches of my room. The air smelled of drugs. I was still in the healer's room.I turned my head, Damos was in the corner chair.He was asleep, his head was tipped back against the wall, his chin tilted up, his mouth slightly open. His patrol gear was still on and he still had the same clothes from last night. The same boots, still caked with dirt, and the same shirt, still bearing the dark stains of my blood.I jerked back against the bed. The movement pulled at my side and I winced, a sharp gasp escaping my lips. He did not move though, he was too deep under, too exhausted to hear.I stared at him.His hair was disheveled. His jaw was shadowed with stubble. The scar on h
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