Hugh sat on the chair by the bed in his room at Miramoor, eating what he could stomach of the porridge the healers had brought him and keeping watch over Kat.
Little had changed. She continued to wheeze in the healing sleep, and Hugh wondered if the blast had damaged her lungs. He could feel her pain across the Bond, which was significant, especially in her chest and head. Although she was not getting worse, she also wasn’t getting better. All he could do was watch and wait.
The lack of things to do and his isolation chafed at him. He stared out the window and watched the sea and the bustle of the town below, trying to keep his mind off the condition of his mate.
A little while later, his father visited.
Exhaustion shaded his features, and his clothes looked dusty, as if he’d been trav
