It took days to fully heal from my injuries, even with copious amounts of vampire blood that had been fed to me intravenously. During that time, Saint had hovered. He'd been inside the room with me, trying to force conversation, which I'd ignored for the most part. There was a certain freedom in knowing someone else was taking care of the pack and that it wasn't up to me to oversee it all anymore.

On the fifth day of being on bed rest, Saint finally slipped out of the room to deal ...