9
This time, I come around much easier. My eyes open without the stickiness. And, while I’m a little groggy still, my head feels a lot clearer.
“Hey,” Bram says softly, stroking my cheek gingerly.
He’s being careful of the cut I know is there.
I look away. I’m ashamed of being caught and don’t want him to know quite how much.
“Ashryn…”
Despite myself, I turn back and meet his gaze. The devotion in them isn’t what I expect.
“Bram?” I croak. Why does my voice hurt so much?
“I’m here. Remus is too,” he says. “Dimitri is still setting charges, before you ask.”
Remus chuckles off from the side and I manage to give them both a weak smile.
“I told you she’d want to know that,” Remus says.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Bram’s talking to the other man but doesn’t look away from me.
