Christy

I smell him before I open my eyes. My mate. The man who rejected me. Why is he here? Why now when I’m at my weakest?

“Please open your eyes, Christy. Please. Deborah said that you aren’t under any anesthesia to keep you unconscious. You’ve been out for two days. Please open your eyes.”

I open my eyes and see his red-rimmed eyes watching me closely. Relief washes over his face.

“Oh, thank the goddess!” he says, pulling my hand to his lips and kissing it. “Thank the ...