Pain flooded my body, barely tampered by the pleasure of touching my mate. Tears pricked my eyes as I gritted my teeth, trying not to gasp nor cry in front of the nurse, who was watching me with interest, though she seemed terrified. I wonder what she had been threatened with if Blake died on her watch.
Finally, Blake coughed, gritting his teeth. He grabbed my hands, pulling them from his wound and towards his face. “Please,” his voice was weak, and it wavered with pain. He still didn’t open his eyes.
“Leave us,” I turned to the nurses, my voice thick with emotion. She went to protest, but this time I repeated, firmer. I forced the emotion from my voice to sound fierce. “Leave. Us.”
“Of course Young Luna,” she bowed before backing up, her eyes downcast.
When she had gone, I gripped Bl
