Chapter Sixteen

Liv's hand reached up to massage her temple. Had she drunk too much? She didn't remember going out. She groaned as she tried to rub away the pounding in her head. Her nostrils flared as she caught something that smelled wonderful. Wait. She recognized that scent.

"She's waking up!" Liv heard a deep, rumbling voice announce.

Her eyes popped open. At first, all she could focus on was the high-beamed ceiling above her. Where was she? Then a face came into her field of vision. Brodi. She tried to hop up but a large hand on her shoulder kept her lying on the bed. The warmth of his hand on her shoulder started to spread throughout her body and she relaxed.

"Don't try to get up, yet." Brodi's hand left her shoulder and caressed the side of her face. "You've fallen and hit your head."

"Hit my head?" Liv searched her memory trying to remember what happened while she attempted not to rub her cheek against his palm like a kitten.

Brodi sat back in the chair where he had been keeping vigil ove