Ten minutes passed before he came to. The guards were gone, along with Tiberius. Rafe felt the hot salty tears falling onto his face. His eyes fluttered open and he saw Olyva staring down at him. His head was in her lap and she was weeping with despair. He groaned and reached for the lump that had formed on the back of his head. It was tender and hot under his fingers. Olyva wiped the tears from her face, and tried to regain control. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll be fine.” “I couldn’t wake you,” she said, trying to get her breathing back under control. “Bastard hit me from behind. I’ll bet it was Soryn, he never liked me.” “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Positive,” he said. “Help me up.” Rafe was dizzy for a few moments once he got to his feet, but eventually his head cleared and he was able to move around on his own again.
