Third-person perspective
Orpheus sat on a seat beside the bed, watching as Micaela slept; he was not blind to the pain she felt, and the sight of it hurt him even more.
As much as he wanted to rip the head off the guard who had done this to her, his main priority right now was her.
He hadn’t left her side since Loukas left the room to get the things he needed to perform the bonding process.
Micaela, on the other hand, had fallen back asleep minutes after Loukas left, and that had been hours ago.
Orpheus was getting restless; he wanted to get it done as fast as he could. He couldn’t bear to see her wince in pain; it was a scar to his heart.
The knocking on the door got him to his feet, and Loukas walked in with a small box in his hand. He placed it on the table, taking his seat as he
