Nightmares of explosions and gunfire riddled Callie’s sleep. Nightmares that left her twisting and turning, jolted awake when she felt her body being carried off somewhere.

Her eyes fluttered open to see bright white lights, reminiscent of those in hospital emergency rooms, and Vin’s soot and blood covered face.

“Where are we?” she asked, barely getting the words past her sore, dry throat.

“Infirmary.” Vin barely spared her a glance, but she felt him tighten his hold on her.

Disoriented and confused, Callie was placed on top of a hospital bed. The cushion itself was a bit hard, but her body thanked her all the same.

“How are you feeling?”...