After several long seconds, Carlisle gave in.
Without saying a word, he bent down and carefully helped her back onto the bed. He adjusted the pillows behind her before easing her into a comfortable position.
Even then, she refused to release him. Whenever he tried to pull his hand away, her fingers immediately tightened. If he shifted in his seat, her eyes flew open and searched for his face, making certain he was still there.
She looked almost frightened.
In truth, she was.
Somewhere deep inside, Raquel couldn’t escape the terrifying feeling that the moment Carlisle walked through that door, he wouldn’t come back.
The months she had spent imprisoned by vampires had changed her. She had learned to notice tiny changes in people’s expressions, their voices, and the emotions hidden behi
