A tear rolled down his cheek. “I’m going to order you to sleep, okay? I won’t wake you up until you’re healed.”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea.”

“Sleep, a ghrá.” He said, shoving as much power as I could stand down my throat.

The world went blissfully black as the pain melted from my body.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

I woke with a gasp. My heart was going a mile a minute. I tried to sit up, but Donovan brushed a hand over my forehead. “Shhh. Everything is fine. You’re safe.”

“What…” I didn’t even know what to ask. Last time I was awake, everything had hurt. The pain was gone now, but it was replaced with confusion. “What happened?”

“You’ve been asleep for the past ten days. It took a while to get you healed up, and I didn’t want you to be in pain.”

I relaxed back into the pillow and took a deep breath. There wasn’t anything to fight right now. That part was over. The bed under me was soft. The sheets and duvet were so comfy, I wanted to sink in for another year or so. I stretched, taking stock of everything. My arm had healed, correctly this time, and I was thankful not to have been awake for the whole rebreaking experience. Because that must have been terrible.

I wiggled my fingers, and they moved just how they were supposed to. My sides didn’t burn. I couldn’t smell even a hint of blood.

Donovan sat down beside me. He looked like a dream. His dark gray sweater made his light blue eyes stand out even more. “How are you feeling?”

“Surprisingly good. Hungry. But good. What happened with the pack?”

“It’s been busy. We did end up having the meeting, and a number of wolves are out on their asses. There may be more in the coming days, but Saoirse’s supporters are all gone.”

“What happened with Bhrunyz?”

Donovan reached for a small porcelain box on the bedside table. “It’s yours now.”

I lifted the lid. Inside was the brooch. Shaking my head, I pushed the box back at Donovan. “Nope. I want nothing to do with that thing.”

“Better you have it than someone else.”

That was true, but… I wanted to know Bhrunyz was locked away or dead and I didn’t want to think about him again. Not for a very, very, very long time. “The fey didn’t want it?”

“Ah. This is where we get to the fun bit.” Donovan grinned. “Not only is the brooch—and Bhrunyz—yours to use or not as you see fit, but the Lunar Queen herself owes you a debt.”