Irene's POV
Waking up felt like climbing out of a deep well. Everything hurt especially my leg, which throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that made me want to cry.
I blinked my eyes open slowly then adjusted to the dim light filtering through the curtains. Morning, probably. The fire had burned down to embers.
Then I realized someone was holding my hand.
I turned my head. Yin was asleep in a chair beside my bed. His head was tilted at an uncomfortable angle. Dark circles under his eyes like bruises. He was still in yesterday's clothes. Rumpled and blood-stained. My blood.
He'd stayed with me all night. I found that hard to believe.
As soon as I shifted, trying to sit up, his eyes snapped open. I guess it was Vampire reflexes.
"Don't move," he said immediately. He straightened in the chair. "How's your leg? Are you in pain? Should I call Dr. Winters?"
