“And?” I wait with my breath caught in my throat.
“And I’ve missed you. I don’t want to fight anymore and won’t do what I did again.”
“If you told me, I would have found a way.”
“I know that now. I just want to go home.”
“We’ll have to wait for your recovery.”
She places her head on my arm while I stroke her back, the raised skin from the belt wounds having activated murderous thoughts. I can’t kill Delaney a second time, but I will find him in hell.
“Kieran?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Thank you for still coming after me.”
I brush my nose against hers.
“I told you once. Nothing would have stopped me from coming after you, nothing you could do.”
“Hayden’s my brother.”
“Apparently mine too.”
“It’s a bit weird, isn’t it?”
“I’ll have to get used to him, won’t I?”
She giggles and hisses. I kiss her temple. “Sleep now.”
With the even rise and fall of her chest, I can relax and I fall sleep with her in my arms.
Throbbing in my right side wakes me. An IV is stuck in my arm and I am surrounded by transparent curtains that separate me from a wide open space. And my husband lies beside me, sleeping. It’s then I see the bloody bandage on his shoulder.
“He’s fine.”
I tilt my head to the side and find the woman from the window.
“I am Alessandra.”
“Aurora. I saw you.”
“I saw you too.” Something passes in her eyes and I recognize that look, jealousy. “I thought you were his...”
“Ohh.”
She hustles around, checking my wound, and I say, “Thank you for saving my life.”
“It’s my job, and you are a strong one. Take it easy for a few days.”
Kieran stirs awake and says, “She will.”
I missed his protectiveness so much. I missed him so much. She leaves us with a nod.
“How are you feeling?”
His eyes take every inch of my body in, and I say, “A bit better.”