Kael's POV
I slowly peeled back the bandages, wincing as the sting of pain tore through my ribs. The wounds were healing, but not fast enough. The deep scars from the silver still burned faintly against my skin. I could still remember the searing agony of it — the arrows, the blade — silver piercing through flesh and bone. I should've been dead.
"How the hell did I survive this…" I muttered under my breath, my jaw tightening as I unwrapped another layer. The gash across my shoulder was cleaner than I expected, stitched with precision. Lucas must've done this — or at least made sure someone capable did. But how he managed to pull me out of that hell alive… that part still didn't make sense.
I growled quietly as I pressed my palm against the wound, forcing the bandage back down. The pain reminded me I was still breathing, still standing — barely.
A sharp knock broke the silence.
"Come in," I started to say, but the door swung open before the words could leave my mouth.
