Third Person POV
- Earlier -
A voice echoed around her. Deep. Soothing. Male for sure.
Angelica could hear him speaking, but she couldn’t see anything—only darkness stretching endlessly around her. Even if she wanted to open her eyes and see who was calling her, she couldn’t find the strength.
She was tired. Oh, so tired.
A comforting scent surrounded her, warm and grounding. It lulled her, wrapped her in safety, pulling her deeper into the black void. Her body felt heavy, disconnected from reality, and part of her wondered if this was death.
She didn’t know how much time passed before the voice spoke again.
“Wake up, mate… please. I need you.”
Mate, he said.
There was something raw in his tone, something desperate. He didn’t even know her name, yet he was pleading f
