Sophie's POV
I woke up with my neck screaming in protest.
Sleeping in a small space for three days straight? Not recommended.
But I wasn't leaving Christian's side. Not after watching him almost die. Not after feeling his life force flickering through our bond like a candle in the wind.
I blinked my eyes open and immediately checked on him.
Christian was awake, watching me with those intense eyes that made my heart skip.
"You look terrible," he said softly.
"Good morning to you too." I stretched, wincing at every joint that popped. "How do you feel?"
"Like I got mauled by my psychotic father. Oh wait—I did."
The fact that he could joke about it was a good sign.
"Let me check your wounds." I stood, moving to his bedside.
"Sophie, when was the last time you
