Page 55 of On a Barbarian World

She sat beside him, brushing a hand over his dark hair.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. His skin felt burning hot, and he was unconscious, but as she spoke, his head turned a little, pressing into her hand. “I’m going to fix you right up. Good as new.”

She flicked on the medscope. A blue light shone out, and with her other hand she carefully removed his bandage.

Seeing the injury up close made bile rise in her throat. So much damage. She breathed through her nose and swallowed, moving the medscope so the light shone over his wound.

At first, it looked like nothing would happen, but then she watched the skin start to heal.

Her eyes widened. So fast. The wound knitted together before her eyes. She’d never seen an injury this bad heal so quickly.

A second later, the skin on his neck was smooth and scar free.

She clicked the device off. Even his skin tone was better, the beautiful bronze glint back.

There was a thump at the door.

Her head shot up.

Another thump.

“Why is this door locked?” a deep voice bellowed. More thumping and pounding.

Uh oh. She glanced down. Into beautiful golden eyes.

There was a crash of wood, and the deep shouts of several people yelling. Two warriors spotted her, and they charged across the room, drawing their swords.

Suddenly, the bed moved and Kavon leaped up, standing in front of her to shield her.

A very naked Kavon.

The warriors skidded to a halt, shock on their faces. Aurina scrambled to her feet and moved beside Kavon.

His arm shot out, holding her in place.

“What is going on?” His voice was low and deadly. “Why are you threatening my woman?”

“Your woman?” one warrior croaked.

The other cleared his throat. “She was barred from the room. You were injured in the Wilds and the healers said no one could be in here⁠—”

Colm rushed in, followed by several healers.

Chaldora smiled, and the male healer from earlier stepped forward, his mouth agape. “Warlord, it is a miracle.”

Kavon frowned, his fingers flexing on Aurina’s skin.

The healer pressed his hands together. “You were in death’s hands, on your way to the Great Warrior.”

Kavon’s brows drew together, and his frown deepened.

Aurina felt the tension in him, felt it throbbing off him. Uh oh.

Colm stepped in front of the crowd. “You were attacked by the naga beast on Mount Furioso. It practically tore out your throat.”

Aurina felt Kavon stiffen. “Everyone out.”

The healer spluttered. “Warlord, we need to check⁠—”