“Lael.” Her hands stilled at the sound. The name was spoken like a caress, so soft she was certain only she had heard. When she turned, Simon grabbed her wrist. He was lucid now, looking up at her from his mattress on the floor. “It is you. I heard – ” He winced from the sudden movement, and his shoulder began to bleed afresh. “I heard – but I misdoubted you’d stay – but you come back – to me.”
