Daisy’s breathing had evened out, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that did little to ease the tension gripping the room. Christian hadn’t moved from her side, his hand hovering just above hers. The silver ribbons of the mate bond thrummed faintly, keeping him tethered to her emotions—raw, chaotic, but alive.
“Will she wake soon?” Christian asked, his voice rough but quiet.
Magda adjusted one of the monitors before answering. “She’ll wake when her body’s ready. The sedative will help keep her stable while her system processes the overload.” She glanced at him, her sharp gaze softening for a moment. “You being here helps. Whether you realize it or not, that bond is giving her a fighting chance.”
Christian nodded but didn’t respond. His eyes remained fixed on Daisy’s pale f
