The only sound in the room was her soft breathing. For three days, I had sat here, watching her, waiting. It had already been five days before we could move to get her, before the witches warned me that the magic holding her together was fading. We had to act then, or we might have lost her for good. Now, she had been out cold, her body trying to recover from what had been done to her.
All I had wanted to do was stay by her side, comfort her, assure her that she was safe. But I didn’t want to push too hard. I still didn’t know if she was going to reject the mate bond. She had already been through so much—the last thing she probably wanted was me. But when she woke in a panic earlier, I lost all control. Just touching her, feeling her relief as she melted into my hold, I knew then—I would
