Season of Change Book 1.
Summer slept the day away and by nightfall felt better; not perfect, but improved. Mr Miysuki had given her some wonderful tonics to drink and she'd soaked in the spa to ease the sore muscles. The Asian medic explained he'd put six stitches in the laceration along her cheek-bone, two in her lip, and another three above her eyebrow. He'd done similar work on Winter, and clucked his tongue at the violence done, even as he admired their strength of purpose to fight, survive, win. He being the peaceful man who'd trained them, of course. She resisted the urge to go to the dungeon, to Duncan, she didn't want to know what he thought of them fighting and she was sure he would lecture her, like her father had done this afternoon. He hadn't been as virulent as she'd expected; disappointed, yes, shocked a...