Chapter 67

Elodie’s POV

“You walk like an old lady,” Nyara says as soon as I step into her room, her voice light but slightly hoarse.

I roll my eyes and close the door behind me. “And you still talk too much for someone who almost got herself killed.”

She grins, propping a pillow behind her back. “That’s how you know I’m getting better.”

I walk over to the bedside table and place the tray I brought down. “Te