CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Stephania woke from her dreams with a gasp like a drowning woman rising from the water. There was no ocean around her, though, just the rickety bed of the healer’s home. Stephania groaned, expecting the onset of pain, but right then, there was none. Certainly, there was nothing to match the fear of closing her eyes again.
“Good,” the healer said. “You’re awake. I wasn’t sure that you would survive the night.”
She pressed the back of her hand to Stephania’s forehead.
“No fever. That’s a good thing. I think you might survive.”
Stephania would survive. She could find a way to survive anything.
“I don’t even know your name,” Stephania said. She sat up, and although the movement proved to be too fast for her then, there was no pain.
“I’m Kaydn,” the healer said. “People
