Chapter 6

“No, be still. Do not fear. You will be all right. Now you need to sleep more to let your body heal. I will be here, guarding you while you sleep. I guarantee you will be safe.”

As soft grayness enfolded him, he drifted off into it, fading to a similar shadow of existing. Fear blinked out; arousal and tension did so as well. For a moment, he had a dim recollection of the security of his mother’s arms—a mother long dead and almost forgotten except in times like this…

Trust was not something he really knew, but it came to him now. This strange, powerful man, though no warrior, would keep him safe. He knew that beyond any doubt. 3

Rhys gulped back the sour taste of nausea and tried to take shallow breaths through his mouth. That helped a little.

Not enough. Maybe there are odor sensors in the mouth, too.