Raelynn's POV

“Warrick!” I gasp, flinging my arms around his neck. He reacts instantly, pulling me into a tight hold as if letting go is simply not an option.

“Holy shit!” he exclaims, his voice sharp with both alarm and relief. “What the hell happened here? Goddess, are you hurt? Damn it, that's blood!”

He tries to pull back just enough to see my injured arm, but I tighten my grip. I can't let go. Not yet. After everything I’ve endured ...