Chapter Eight
Edge came awake to the soft sound of singing. He didn’t recognize the song, but he’d heard it several times through the haze of pain. The words and melody calmed the raging torment tearing him apart.
He kept his eyes closed, listening. He could hear the soft murmur of women’s voices in the background, but it was the sound next to him that held him spellbound, the barely audible singing of his goddess. Her voice mixed with the sound of water as it was poured into a container.
A moment later, he felt a warm cloth slide across his brow and down along his cheek. The process was familiar, as if it had happened numerous times over the past few days. The cloth continued to move down his body.
He focused on each gentle stroke. A delicate hand lifted his arm and the damp cloth was
