He dropped onto a black leather chair and covered his face with his hands. There was no way he could go on if she didn’t return from that coma. He loved her. The revelation felt more like tearing a hole into his heart. One woman. She was it. And now she was in a bed, tubes inside her nose and mouth, fighting to survive.
“I need to do something,” he growled.
A soft hand caressed the back of his head. “Baby, she’ll be fine.”
The conviction in his mother’s voice made some of the pressure inside his heart lessen. He raised his face from his hands and turned to her.
“She will be fine.”
“I––”
“Listen to me very carefully, Aric. You’ve been given a gift. A mate. One you love deeply from the look in your eyes. And you can’t let doubt enter your mind now. You must believe it with every fiber
