Christy
I smell him before I open my eyes. My mate. The man who rejected me. Why is he here? Why now when I’m at my weakest?
“Please open your eyes, Christy. Please. Deborah said that you aren’t under any anesthesia to keep you unconscious. You’ve been out for two days. Please open your eyes.”
I open my eyes and see his red-rimmed eyes watching me closely. Relief washes over his face.
“Oh, thank the goddess!” he says, pulling my hand to his lips and kissing it. “Thank the goddess. I was so worried about you.”
“Why are you here?” I ask. My throat is still sore, and my voice is rough, reminding me of why I’M here. I feel the tears well in my eyes and I close them tightly. I don’t want Leo to see me cry again. He saw enough of my tears on the day he rejected me.
I feel his finger gently
