The next morning, Azael woke up as if nothing had happened the night before.
He lay still for a moment, blinking at the ceiling. Then he shifted. Stretched. Waited for the pain to hit.
It didn't.
He sat up slowly and looked down at himself. The bandages were still wrapped around his torso and arms, but beneath them his body felt completely normal. There was no aching or any burning. No deep soreness from wounds that should have taken days to close.
He pressed a hand carefully against his ribs.
He let out a low breath of disbelief.
He had no idea what kind of potions or medicines Liona had used on him. Whatever they were, they had done in a single night what should have taken a week. He made a mental note to never take her shop lightly again.
He unwrapped the bandages, got dressed, and headed out of his room.
