#Chapter 107: Recovery

Logan My body ached like hell. I blinked my surroundings back into focus, quickly recognizing where I was. I was in the medical wing, where I had been delivered in the early hours of the morning upon returning to the palace. With my many injuries and the wolfsbane still making my system sluggish, Evelyn had insisted I be tended to. I resisted at first, but the events of the past few days quickly caught up to me, and I fell asleep the moment I fell into the hospital cot. Without the adrenaline to motivate me, the full effect of my torture and entrapment was palpable. Now, my body felt heavy and sluggish, but the haze that had gripped me for days was blessedly thin. When my eyes opened fully and I looked around, I found Evelyn immediately. She sat beside me, her posture rigid, as if she was torn between staying and bolting to find something else to busy herself and still her anxious thoughts. But she was already working on something. Her hands moved with clinical prec