Emily’s POV.
I was rubbing his body with that same healing tonic that Mrs Claire and the maids used on my scars. Not like he had scars, but he needed something to lighten his skin and make it a little bit brighter than it was.
My eyes went to his under eyes and I felt the urge to cry. He was the most handsome man I ever saw but he looked horrible and even horrific as I looked at his weak face on the bed.
He had eye bags and his veins were everywhere. I ran my hands through his body and smoothed it. I missed how angry he always looked and, most importantly, I missed the desire I saw in his eyes the night before he went into this deep sleep.
My mind had been cracking all over about how to get him to wake up or atleast get some food into his body. I laid my head on his shoulders and humm
