Wade's POV

It had been four long days since Ciara was hospitalized, and I hadn’t left her side once. I arranged for her to be moved to a private room with a shower, knowing I wouldn’t step away for even a moment. Oliver had gone home yesterday, just a day after Maya woke up. He was lucky. His mate had opened her eyes. Mine still hadn’t.

But all I could think about were her last words to me.

She told me she loved me. Told me she wanted me to be happy, even if that meant finding a second ...