Evangelina’s POV
I open my eyes to the visual of my room lighting from the rising sun through the window. Turning, I feel an arm wrapped tightly around me and hear a goan.
“Stop moving.” I hear grumbled, and I chuckle. I sit up from bed, the towel from yesterday falling away with the movement. Warrick sits up with me and runs a hand down his face. My eyes find the wound that he received and it is barely noticeable, just a 3 inch silver scar now. I reach out and touch it.
“What are you doing?” Warrick asks as he tracks my movement.
“What happened?” I ask as I run my fingers over the raised skin.
“Hedley found me on the battlefield and stabbed me.” He says and I raise one eyebrow in question.
“Hadley. As in the woman who couldn’t even hold a sword during training?” I ask and he grumb
