Grace POV

My eyes open.

Everything hurts. Dull aching pain through my body.

Ethan sits beside the bed, slumped in a chair. His hand grips mine. Blood stains his torn clothes—dried and fresh.

His hair falls messy across his forehead. He stayed. While I was unconscious, he stayed.

Relief floods through me so intense it burns.

I reach up with shaking fingers. Push the hair back from his face.

His eyes snap open. Gold flashes before ...