Marcus POV
Merripen’s voice still echoed in my mind. You overheated.
The words made no sense. I wasn’t prone to such weaknesses, not with my lineage, my strength. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. Mitchell was more important.
I turned my attention to the figure sitting on the library floor. My mate. My second chance. The woman carrying my child.
“Mitchell,” I said softly, my voice carrying more hesitation than I wanted to admit.
She didn’t respond, her head resting against the arm of the chair as if the weight of the world had finally crushed her. Her hazel eyes were fixed on the fire in the hearth, the flickering flames reflecting the storm of emotions I could feel rolling off her.
I moved toward her and crouched down. “Mitchell, talk to me.”
Her eyes flicked to mine, guarded
