ARTHUR'S POV:
My heart felt like it was being ripped out of its place then replaced again, and then repeat.
Fiona’s words cut too deep and I struggled to deal with the overwhelming sense of guilt that came with it.
Watching Fiona sleep peacefully earlier had been enjoyable. The slow rise and fall of her chest along with the small puffs of air that escaped her lips made me smile.
It wasn’t anything like I was used to and the sight caused a fluttering in my belly.
Fiona had been unconscious for two days and I was starting to get very worried.
But the healer had reassured me that her mind and body were still healing from the shock of what had happened and that it was normal for the process to take a few days.
Still, I missed her.
That was weird to even think about but I could o
