Freya’s POV
I stood next to Ezren’s hospital bed, my hands in my black knee-length skirt. His coloring was better, and his lungs were getting stronger. Many of the knife wounds were closed and almost healed completely. However, his body had been ravaged by the infection in his blood. His lungs were weak. In the next few days, the doctor said he would be taken off the ventilator.
I couldn’t wait to talk to him. As much as I wanted to sit with him, I had responsibilities to get to at the capital. I ran my fingers through Ezren’s hair and sent a wave of love through the bond. I watched his eyes move rapidly under his eyelids. His heart rate increased. Letting me know he was listening.
“I have to go to the capital today. I have to talk to Philip. He has been kind and handled everything for
