As the day dawned brighter, I sat beside Roy on the bed. I couldn’t leave him all by himself, not after what happened the last time I did.
I squeezed the water out of a little towel I had taken and draped it on his forehead. “Roy, please wake up, I need you now more than ever,” I muttered. I stared briefly at him, my thoughts drifting to ten years back when Mason was born and had gone missing. Roy was only eighteen years old. Yet so vigilant and daring. He was prepared to go up against anyone who had taken my kid. Including his brother, Sebastian.
Even after ten years he remained loyal, until recently. I must have really pissed him up by leaving the Crystal pack.
I blinked, squeezing his hands gently. “I am so sorry,” I said. I stared a while longer and then shifted my gaze to my ankle
