Chapter 39

*Elora*

The first thing I registered was warmth—soft sheets, a pillow beneath my head, and the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air that made me instantly recognize the space as my room. My eyelids fluttered, the exhaustion still pressed down on me, but the dull ache in my body was a reminder that I was alive. Barely.

The second thing I registered was that I wasn’t alone.

Low voices murmur