Dane's Pov
Four days.
Four freaking days of pouring memories down the mate bond and getting zilch in return.
Four days of staring at Freya lying there pale, too still, barely breathing, like she might slip away if I looked anywhere else.
Four days of hope bleeding out slow.
I was parked in the chair by our bed, forehead pressed to the mattress right next to her hand. Bone-tired, eyes burning, but no way was I closing them. Not even for a second. What if that was the exact second she came back?
George had finally crashed in the other chair after Catherine basically threatened him. His hand was still wrapped around hers, even while he was out cold.
The room was dead quiet except for Freya’s shallow little breaths and the fire popping every now and then.
I shut my eyes and reached fo
