Times move as I lay crying. No one disturbs us, and Brian doesn't move. He's still not touching me like I expected. His hand is barely against my skin, and I want him to hold me close. He always used to before, so why arent he now?
I was burned by dragons fire, but it can't be that bad, can it? Should I ask? Can I handle his answer? I want him to hold around me, not whatever this is. His hand barely touches my shoulder, but I need his nearness. I need my mate, not a gentle hand.
"Brian, why don't you hold me?" I ask when my voice is calm enough. I need to know.
"I'm afraid to hurt you, my love," his voice shakes like he holds back his effort not to cry. "Your skin is red and blistered, and it's not easy to know where there is just scaring and where the skin still needs healing. The heal
