It was nearing noon and Asani had yet to awaken. This wasn't how Harlow had envisioned the day. By now, they should have been married and intertwined in a lover's embrace. Instead, she was tending to his wounds and praying for a speedy recovery. With a breathy sigh, she dipped her hands into the tub Asani was soaking in to cup the hot water so she could pour it onto his gashes. His wounds were healing, but it was a painfully slow process. Solomon said that the elixir would have him up in a couple of hours, but that was a while ago. Her hope dwindled with every passing minute. It felt like forever since she had last seen his soft brown eyes set upon her. How she longed to hear his voice, but she dared not disturb his slumber. If he was sleeping so soundly then his body must require the rest
