Girard’s POV
She was here, my mate. The one I had looked for over a thousand years was here lying before me. Her face was ashen, unhealthy and her deep purple hair was lifeless. The lips that I desperately wanted to capture were chapped and broken. A glass of water laid full beside the bed as well as fresh fruits and vegetables. Not one thing was touched as she was trying to keep warm underneath the quilts and blankets. Willa had smelled of her, and I knew she was taking care of her. Someone she didn’t know and was unfamiliar with, not knowing this woman was mine.
My heart swelled for the love of my daughter and her kindness.
I felt shuffling behind me, and my daughter gave a small smile as she rounded the bed and slipped out the door. My heart wanted to go to my daughter, embrace her f
