Page 47 of Shadow Master
His emerald eyes were swirling pools of desire.
I brushed the tip of his nose with mine and then climbed off him. Once this was over, once we’d beaten the bolg and our world was safe, the weavers would find a way to reverse what the league had done, and then we’d be together in every way.
I left him and headed to the tent where Hyde was resting. It was time to check on him again anyway.
* * *
Hyde wasawake and attempting to sit up when I entered the tent.
“Whoa!” I pushed him back down. “Easy.”
“What … where am I?”
He’d come around a couple of times since we’d set up camp, but he’d obviously been out of it.
I smoothed his forehead with my hand to check for fever. “We’re safe. You’re safe.”
His brow was cool and dry. Good.
The fomorians had taken off Hyde’s feytech. It was shredded by the fir bolg’s dagger. So much for armor. I guess they had metal here that could cut through Orion’s armor. Another thing to have to worry about. Luckily, the lower half of the skin had been salvageable, and we’d brought his breastplates with us so at least he would have armor to travel in.
Hyde clutched my hand, which was still pressed to his forehead.
“Tell me where we are.”
“Your fever has gone, but I need to change those bandages.”
“Justice, dammit.” He glowered at me, and my heart lurched with bliss.
If he could glower, then he was definitely not about to keel over and die.
“No. You got stabbed. A lot. So, you’ll do as you’re fucking told.”
He frowned. “How am I alive?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. The shadows … They come to me now when I need them. They healed you.” My jaw ached as I clenched my teeth, recalling my stupidity. “I should have used them sooner. I could have used them to fight off the bastards. I didn’t think, and it almost got you killed.”
“Nothing that happened was your fault, Indigo. Look at me.”
I met his gaze.
“Tell me where we are?”
I filled him in on the unpredictable rescue and on everything that Balan had told me. When I finished, he attempted to sit up again.
“Hyde. What the fuck?”
“We have to go. We have to leave right now.”
“No. You need to heal.”
“I’m fine.” He peeled back the bandages to reveal healed flesh puckered pink from scarring.
“What the …” I touched him lightly, trailing my fingers across the wounds.
He sucked in a breath at the contact.
“Shit, did I hurt you?”
