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I peek through the small window into my- her room.
Rachel won't let me in, worried about Jaxon's reaction to my mate's injuries.
Mate
There's a flutter in my chest. There's never been a more beautiful word. After all these years...
I fold my arms across my chest and stroke my chin with one hand. I haven't shaved in the three days since the battle and my bit of stubble is turning into a full beard
I really should shave. I may scare her if she sees me looking like a barbarian. I lean my forearm on the wall and lean in towards the window. I sigh. I can't see her; only the curtain that surrounds her bed. Jaxon has no more energy to protest. He gets it. But he hasn't stopped whining since yesterday.
"Mate" has become a mere whisper filled with pain. Rachel has established
