Page 59 of Swift Wings Shadowed Heart
“You’re right,” Phoebe replies.
We start moving again. I try to argue, but I’m sleepy. I’ll tell them when I wake up.
* * *
This time,I come to in the infirmary. The first thing I see is a woman’s face only a few inches from mine.
“Goddess! Don’t scare me like that,” I mumble.
“Follow my finger.” She lifts her index and starts moving it from side to side, then up and down.
I do my best to track it, but my head hurts like all Seven Hells.
“Are you dizzy?” she asks.
“I’m fine. It’s the rest of the world that’s spinning.”
“What is your name?”
“Rhealyn Wyndward.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-four.”
“Do you know where you are?”
“Sky’s Edge. Infirmary.”
“How did you hit your head?”
“Si—” I stop myself and wag a finger at her. “You’re not going to trick me.”
She rolls back in a wheeled stool. “She does have a mild concussion, but with some rest, she’ll be fine, High Prime.”
High Prime?
I focus past the medic and find Vaylen towering over my bed. He stands with arms crossed over his massive chest, glaring at me with disapproval.
Shit!
I close my eyes and let my head fall to the side, pretending to pass out.
“I’ll keep a close eye on her for the next few hours,” the medic says, then rolls away further, leaving me with the grumpy giant. I sense him move. Maybe he’s leaving, too.
“I know you’re faking,” his deep voice whispers too close for comfort.
It’s hard not to flinch, but I manage to keep my charade.
“You’re going to tell me what happened,” he assures me. “Violence amongst the ranks of the Sky Order isn’t allowed. Our enemies lie outside our borders, not within.”
My breaths even out. Faking is getting easier. I think I’m ready for another nap.
“We’ll talk later, Rhealyn.”
What? I open my eyes, searching, but there’s no one there. I must have imagined it. He wouldn’t call me by my first name. No way. I must admit… I do like the sound of my full name in his deep timbre.
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