Elijah groans as he tries to open his eyes and there’s an almost lacerating pain because of the brightness of the room.
“Elijah? Elijah, how are you feeling?” The voice sounds as if it’s calling from the other end of the tunnel, and there’s also a ringing in his ears.
“Maeve…” He whispers, then sits up abruptly as memories of what happened hits him like a rogue wave. “Maeve!” He groans as the room spins, and his head throbs painfully so he falls back on his pillow.
“Careful now, you don’t want to overdo it.”
He recognizes the voice but fails to put a name on it. His brain still has a lot of catching up to do. But first things first. “Where’s Maeve?”
The voice doesn’t answer and he is forced to open his eyes to look. Orthros stares back at him with a dark expression. Yes, it is Orthros
