NATALIA
Everything aches as I sit on Max’s lap; safe and sound in the glass room at the coven once again. I fractured my ankle snapping the chain from the bed yesterday, and Max all but shoved a boot onto my foot until it is completely healed. He spent all last night washing and taking care of me before covering me head to toe in his scent. He worshipped my body with his hands and lips; never once asking for more than that. It was a greater form of intimacy than s*x ever could be.
He hasn’t let go of me since he got me out of that hellhole. Even now, with witches and my brothers all around us, his arms are banded tightly around me. Not that I mind. Having him close is pretty much all that is holding me together today.
I haven’t been listening much to their conversation; though, I have
