Marian took the positive and continued.
“Who stopped me when I went rabid?”
“Who stopped me from turning just now?”
“Who did I want to see, more than my own father, when I fainted from the Alpha Cry?”
“Who did I want beside me when I was getting treated by Doctor Byron?”
“There is only one person, my prince,” she concluded softly, her eyes quivering as she stared at his damp face.
Not only his tears from earlier, but Reyland was sweating now as his eyes darted from side to side, facing her, but not seeing her.
His mind was working, and his cool temperature was rapidly heating up.
Marian could feel it.
She almost wanted to stop him, tell him to think about it later, but something within her wanted him to want her at his side. Wanted him to need her the way she clearly needed him.
