CASSIAN woke to the faint scent of herbs and rain. His eyes opened slowly, heavy with tiredness. Then he smelled a familiar scent… Seris. His gaze fell to his side, and he saw her sleeping beside him.
For a moment, he wondered if this was another fever dream, like the ones that had haunted him during the worst of the silver poison. But the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest convinced him that this was true. She was here, lying on the same bed, close enough that the edge of the blanket brushed his arms.
Cassian was confused. He blinked as he was trying to piece together the hours before this moment. Then he remembered the searing pain in his veins, the heat that felt like it would burn him from the inside out.
He smiled as he held Seri's hand on his chest. The cool rush of magic s
