“Hannah.” Gasped Joseph. My eyes were still closed but his familiar arms came around me. I leaned into him. A crackling fire and the familiar smell of wood told me I was in his study. “What happened to you?” he demanded furiously. “You just appeared on my desk.” I was lifted off his desk and pulled into his lap.
Inhaling his scent, I tried to speak, I really did but the pain in my throat was too much. Instead, I clutched him tighter, whimpering over the phantom pains still haunting me. It was all for him. This was the price I had to pay for forcing Aradia's hand. Now she had to protect him. This war, this fight...none of it was worth it if he didn’t survive. I knew that no matter what he did, I could never stand a world in which he didn’t exist. If I perished so be it, but he had to liv
