I wasn’t sure what else I to do, so while I sat with Pepper, I told her stories about when I was little. The good ones, at least. I told her about my sister and how close we were. What it was like to move to America, and how excited my family was when we first came. I rambled on, and my stories started and stopped, with no particular pattern. If she could hear me, she’d be lost.
But it didn’t matter. I kept talking, just to fill the air. I’d heard stories about people in comas still being able to hear. Maybe she can hear me? Maybe she can hear my voice in her dreams, and she’ll wake up? It felt silly, but it was the only thing I could do.
“Bite mate.” Letho snapped at me. I can’t. Besides, it might not help. Katrina said this is a problem of the mind. Biting her would heal her body, but
