#Chapter 27: Saving Me

Evelyn The air inside the healer’s tent was thick with the aftermath of so much blood and smoke. The metallic tang of wounded warriors, the low moans of pain, and the muted voices of my fellow medics filled the space like a haunting song. But all I could see—all I could think about—was the man lying on the cot before me. Logan. His skin was slick with sweat, and his chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, but his eyes were open, alert, tracking me as I hovered beside him. He hadn’t taken his gaze off me once since he’d woken up from his stupor. As we looked at each other, I could tell something serious was passing between us. He’d saved my life. And I had saved his. That fact still clung to me like a second skin—warm, confusing, and impossible to ignore. I pressed a clean cloth against the wound on his shoulder, watching as blood seeped through, vivid and red. My fingers trembled slightly despite my training. It was taking an awfully long time for the wound to stop