Swimming in a sea of red, watching the darkness swallow the sun and smother everything in its path, Jamie feels the tide pulling at him and fights to be free of the image. He comes awake with a start, sucking in a breath that soon feels like fire in his bruised chest. Groping about in the dim light, he takes stock of his condition: bandages on his legs and chest, a sharp pain in his shoulder and at least two broken fingers on his right hand.

He remembers being dragged into the trees. Everything that happened after is a blur. What in Mithros' name had saved him?

Them?

And who undressed him?!

"Eleanor?" he tests his voice and finds it hoarse.