Chapter 7
MercyFamiliar and beloved vivid blue eyes waited for her when she woke. So many thoughts swirled through her, she didn’t know where to start.
A huge bloody gash marred his forehead. Might as well start with that.
“What happened to you?”
He touched the wound. “Nothing of consequence.”
“Liar.” The Mahdfel healed quickly. Anything that left a gash was of consequence.
“A misstep in the training arena. It won’t happen again.” His voice was firm and decided. Whatever happened, whatever kept him away from her, would not happen again.
“You’re late.” Mercy tried to sit up and winced, from both the throbbing pain in her abdomen and the neediness in her words. She hated how she clung to Paax for support, how alone she felt when he wasn’t there, but, dang it, a woman needs her husband
