The next couple days were shrouded in a haze. Aster could barely remember them. He wasn’t sure when Kray’s men left—was it when they reached the infirmary, or was it at the gates? Eddie had shown up at some point, hadn’t he? It must have happened, but he couldn’t remember it at all.
He couldn’t even remember the faces of the Physicks, the ones that begged him to leave while they worked to remove the crossbow bolt, disinfect the wound, and stop the bleeding. But Aster refused to go. His eyes remained on Rowan’s face the entire time.
Jace. It was… it was Jace.
Truly, he could not feel more like a fool. How did he stay in denial for this long? How did he not recognize those eyes? How did he allow himself to believe Jace was dead, to mourn him, to plan to avenge him… when he was right in front of him this entire time? (Well, not literally in front of him this whole time, but—)