When Cillian woke, he found himself in the king’s room in the village manor, in the same bed where he spent countless nights with Malo.
“Welcome back, sleepyhead.”
Cillian rolled his head toward the voice. Malo stood next to the bed, shirtless and wearing only tight-fitting trousers.
Cillian smiled. He tried to move but a pain in his shoulder stopped him. He grunted and lay back.
“Don’t try to move just yet,” Malo said, crawling onto the bed and lying next to him. “You were lucky the arrow went through your body and didn’t do more damage that it did.”
“What happened?” Cillian asked, his memory a blur.
Malo propped himself up on an elbow and began rubbing Cillian’s chest. “Mother received a message from your village, saying you had been arrested by your step-uncle. We feared the worst
