Chapter 388:
Caspian
I groan and wake up.
The ceiling above me is unfamiliar—dark wood, low beams, a lantern swinging gently from a hook. I'm in some kind of cabin. Small. Cramped. Four other beds line the walls.
My hand is being held.
I look to my side.
She's there. Sleeping. Her dark hair spills across the pillow, her lips are slightly parted, her chest rises and falls with slow, steady breaths.
She's incredibly beautiful.
It's her. The woman from the island. The one who saved me from drowning.
The mermaid.
Did she save me again?
Gratitude that's warm and overwhelming and humbling floods through me.
I sit up.
She wakes immediately. Her eyes flutter open—those deep blue eyes, dark as the sea at midnight. They find mine. Hold them.
She looks relieved.
I try to move. My abdomen screams in protest—a sharp, burning pain that steals my breath and clouds my vision. I look down. Bandages wrap around my torso, white stained with red.
Someone tended to my wound.
