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But more than I wanted to stroke my ego, I wanted information. I could adapt as war adapted. I could change tactics, and more than that, I could give everything I had in me to make sure I came home every night. I had felt the gut-wrenching fear of losing a mate when Misha had been shot, and when we weren’t sure if his body would shift, and there was no way I’d wish that on him.
“I didn’t tell you ahead of time because I didn’t want you doing something stupid,” I said after a beat, “like showing up and trying to help.”
He let out a small growl, but he couldn’t argue because he knew it was true. He was more impulsive than I was—and he was smarter and more tactical. I knew he would have also won in a fight against Sanderson if it came down to survival, but I never wanted him in that position.
With a sigh, Misha shifted out of my arms and jumped up on the bed with me. His fingers brushed along the sides of my face, and I winced when they grazed still-healing claw marks. “He got you good. Right in the eyes.”
I snorted. “Apparently the universe wanted me blinded no matter what.”
I felt his frown, like a pulse in the bond. “That’s not funny.”
I sighed and shrugged one shoulder. “It’s instinct. Go for the vulnerable parts. He probably didn’t realize he was doing it.” I touched the side of my eye that I could feel healing with a bone-deep itch. “These would have healed eventually.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmured.
His was the only sympathy that didn’t feel like it was flaying me alive, and I curled my hand around the back of his neck. “I survived it. All of it. And Danyal’s activated the tracker, so we can follow him for as long as we’re able. It was worth it.”
He breathed out a sigh, then kissed me again. As our lips touched, our souls touched through the bond, and I was reminded about why I was fighting. For myself. For my people. For the freedom of everyone who had been taken against their will.
And for the love of this man.
It wouldn’t be easy. There was a storm just over the horizon and not everyone would survive it. But I had been to hell and back, and I was ready.
More than that, I was willing.
The End
