Grace pov
The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beep of the heart monitor and the soft hiss of oxygen flowing through Jace's IV. I sat in the uncomfortable chair beside his bed, pulled as close as the medical equipment would allow, and watched him breathe.
In. Out. In. Out.
Each breath was proof he was alive. That the silver hadn't killed him. That his ridiculous, self-sacrificing dive in front of that blade hadn't ended the way it could have—should have, by all logic.
The doctors had been surprised when I had asked to stay. Visiting hours were long over, and technically I wasn't pack, wasn't family, wasn't anything official that would grant me the right to remain. But Catherine had quietly spoken to the medical staff, and suddenly exceptions were being made.
*She's his ma
