Declan POV:
I held her hand and sometimes kissed her finger tips as we headed for the deadlands.
I had been unable to let go of her physically, since this morning.
I just got her back, I couldn't physically let her be.
I had either held her hand, her waist , made her sit on my lap or carried her bridal style.
We both craved the physical contact after what we'd gone through for the past few days.
Her body was warm and humming, like low vibrations were going through her. I know it was its way of preparing her for what is to come.
But today, I'd sometimes found myself wishing we were an ordinary couple.
No responsibility, no war , no risk of loosing one another or everything.
I knew it was my selfish side spewing nonsense , but can't a man hope to protect his mate from anything and
