Hugh lay by Kat’s side in Miramoor as she clung to life.
He touched her bandaged hand softly, nestling up to her body as closely as he dared. He’d ordered their hospital beds placed together so he could hold her while she remained in the healing sleep. When she woke, he wanted to be the first thing she saw.
If she woke.
He gazed out the window to the seashore in the distance, listening to the rhythmic sounds of the ocean as it crashed upon the rocks, and the laughter of children echoing from somewhere below.
The cheerful sounds took him back to his own childhood, and the many days spent at his family’s estate nearby, often hiding in the extensive flower gardens. It belonged to his grandmother, Adrianna, a water shifter. Miramoor was her clan’s domain, tropical and breezy, kissed by sea
