FIA
The door to the infirmary burst open.
I heard it before I saw him. The heavy wood slamming against the wall and footsteps rushing across the floor. Then Cian was there, filling my vision with his broad shoulders and wild eyes.
"Fia."
My name... That was all he said. But the way he said it, in this raw, broken and relieved voice, it made something crack open in my chest.
I smiled. I couldn't help it. Even with my throat still raw from screaming and my hands shaking and the phantom sensation of chains around my wrists, I smiled at him.
He crossed the distance between us in two strides and pulled me into his arms.
The impact knocked the breath straight from my lungs. His chest was solid against mine. I could feel all of his hard planes and tense muscle. One of his hands cupped the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair. The other wrapped around my waist and held me like he was afraid I might dissolve if he let go.
