Kinsley’s POV

I turn over in bed, my hand brushing Terron’s face. He isn’t laying down though, but instead kneeling by the bedside, his eyes bloodshot and exhausted. I feel similar symptoms, my head pounding in a pain that hasn’t lifted and my eyes are still dry and hot.

I blink slowly at my mate, his unwavering rage still profound in waves that slam over my body in bed.

“Terron. What—” I swallow hard, choking on the drought in my throat.

“Tell me ...