SELIN'S POV.
When I woke up again, the fire had burned low, the sky outside the tall windows still ink-black. My head throbbed, and for a moment, I didn't know where I was. Then the faint scent in the air, sharp, dark, cold like rain-soaked pine, hit me.
Him.
I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and froze. He was standing there. The King. Leaning against the far column near the window, half cloaked in shadow, silver eyes catching the light like shards of a blade. He looked carved out of storm clouds…still, dangerous, impossible to ignore.
"You're awake," he said quietly. His voice wasn't loud, but it filled the room like thunder rolling through stone.
I pushed myself up, clutching the blanket to my chest. "You—" My voice cracked. "You were here before. Weren't you?"
He didn't answer that. Just stared.
My throat went dry. "So it was you," I whispered. "You saved me."
