The familiar anger tightened the muscles in his back and shoulders. It whispered in his head, urging him to strike out at anything. At anyone. He took a deep breath and relaxed the hands fisted by his sides. Glancing over a shoulder at the figure lying motionless on the bed, he frowned in surprise at the unexpected protectiveness that swept through him. He turned back to the window. “Come near mine again, beasties,” he spoke to the empty woods, “be it me home or apprentice, and I’ll—” “G-eon?” The Knight spun around at the slurred voice behind him. Hurrying over to the bed, he pulled the chair closer and took a seat. “And the hero awakes.” “My head hurts,” Finn complained. “Aye, no doubt. Since ye attacked a tree with it. The tree won, surprisingly, considering that thick noggin of yers.” “Ha, ha. Funny.” Finn blinked as he looked around the bedroom. “How did I get here?” “I carried ye.” Gideon leaned over and pushed Finn’s hair off his forehead.
