She could just make out the huge form of Sir Jared, hovering over her, as he had for the past few days. His ruggedly handsome face carried a stark, broad scar down one cheek and onto his neck. The ragged mark of his warrior profession disappeared below the neckline of his shirt, making her curious to see just how far down it went on his broad, muscular chest. “How are you feeling?” His voice was husky with disuse and she guessed it was late in the night. “Jared, you should really seek your own bed. Sitting up with me does neither of us any good.” The knight favored her with a small smile as he poured a cup of water from the pitcher on the bedside table. Hearing the splash of water suddenly made her thirsty as her tongue moved around in a cottony mouth. “Humor me, Adora. Besides, Kelzy wouldn’t let me leave, even if I wanted to try.” His gaze shifted to the wide archway, neatly blocked by the blue-green dragon’s great head. Kelzy blinked at him sleepily—even the huge dragon showed weariness in the vigil she’d kept at Adora's side for the past few days.
