Blair turned her head as the door to Hades suite knocked. Three weeks had passed since her mate had rescued her. Three weeks of being treated like a queen, of being waited in hand and foot whilst she healed.
Hades wouldn’t even let her bathe alone although she suspected that had more to do with him wanting to be near her than her inability to walk.
Sure, it still hurt but she was more than capable. And the constant fussing around her was starting to drive her insane.
Blair has always been the one doing the serving, she wasn’t used to being served.
And she wasn’t used to the fine material of the clothes that were brought for her. They were too elaborate, too fussy.
“Come in.”
Arran appeared in the doorway. He looked like he always had except for the scars that crisscrossed one side o
