Jace pov
I sat in the chair beside our bed, unable to sleep despite my own exhaustion. Every muscle in my body ached from the fight with Konstantin, and I had my own collection of wounds that Sarah had stitched up. But none of that mattered compared to watching Grace sleep.
She looked peaceful now, the medication finally allowing her to rest after the trauma of nearly dying. But I couldn't stop replaying the moment I had seen Natasha's jaws at Grace's throat. Couldn't stop imagining what would have happened if Thomas had been even a second slower.
*We almost lost her,* Storm whimpered. *Our mate almost died.*
*But she didn't,* I reminded my wolf, though my own fear was just as sharp. *She's right here. Safe. Alive.*
Storm wasn't comforted. Neither was I, honestly. The mate bond humm
