She was beautiful when she slept, just like I suspected. The feelings of concern that she was passed out, elation that she was not dead and jealousy mixed with gratitude that Liam had carried her all the way here all swirled inside of me.
“How did this happen?” I asked aloud.
“I spoke with Liam and Cole. They had no choice.” My Dad’s even tone spoke from my bedroom door. He glanced over at her, “She’s as lovely as I imagined.” Pride swelled in my chest. He came in as I relaxed my stance.
We sat on the bench along the French doors in my room, opposite my bed where my mate lay. She sighed in her sleep ever so slightly and shifted onto her side. Thankfully, I’d covered her with a blanket.
“What do you mean they had no choice?”
“A rogue attacked her in her backyard. Liam and Col
