When I woke again, it was morning. Owen was asleep in the chair beside my bed, his hand still holding mine even in sleep. I watched him for a while, memorizing his features. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead. The strong line of his jaw. The peaceful expression he only wore when sleeping.
If I did have to sacrifice myself, this was what I would miss most. Not the power or the respect or the chance to be a hero. Just quiet moments like this with the person I loved.
"You are staring at me," Owen said without opening his eyes. "I can feel it."
"How did you know I was awake?"
"Mate bond. I always know when you are awake." He opened his eyes and smiled at me. "How are you feeling?"
"Better. Still tired but better."
"Good. Because we have a council meeting in two hours and ever
