FORSYTHIA’S POV
“Are you still alright, Mak?” I asked gently. I approached his side, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. My hand touched his bare chest. It was difficult not to admire his firm build and the snake tattoo on his neck.
His angular face turned up to look at me. He nodded. “All good. I guess everything is taken care of.”
I swallowed, my chest heaving. “I'm sorry. I met with everyone on your behalf.”
Mak frowned, his eyes looking down at the floor for a moment, then he shook his head. “Yeah. How did it go?”
I calmly recounted everything that had happened. Mak leaned his head back, taking a deep breath after I finished speaking. I involuntarily pulled my hand back, fearing he might be angry. My mate could smell my fear, and he shifted his gaze to look straight at me.
