Chapter 30

Lysandra’s POV

“What are you doing?” I asked, glaring at him as I held the bowl of soup in one hand and the spoon in the other.

He was sitting against the stone wall with blankets thrown over his lap, looking pale enough to pass for fragile if I had not watched him cut down a Dread Maw with my own eyes. His wound had been treated, the fever had eased, and while he was far from fully recovered, he