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“Can you hear me?”a voice, muddled and underwater, break into my dreams.
Warmth surrounds me as I lay on something soft. My hand twitches, relishing the feeling of silk sheets under my fingers.
There’s something warm beside me, and as I try to push myself up, a small pair of hands land on my shoulders.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” a female voice says. I know her. It’s the same Vampire as before. Cali... something. My head is too fuzzy to try to figure it out. “You and your boyfriend were in a bad way when you landed on our doorstep, and you’ve been sleeping for the past day.”
I blink, wincing as a bright white light fills my vision. “Did I make it?” I mumble, shutting my eyes against the offensive light. “Is he going to live?”
There’s no reply.
Sleep is calling my name, pulling me, beckoning me to come. My bones are so heavy that I can hardly move.
“Will he live?” I ask again, more urgently this time.
A moment passes, and then another.
I can barely hear the Vampire’s reply, it’s so quiet.
“He will.”
I shudder. Wetness slides down my cheeks as I fall back into sleep’s embrace.
* * *
A soft,dim light fills the room as I blink slowly, pulling myself up onto the bed. The Vampire is nowhere to be seen as moonlight filters in through the open window.
My hand brushes against something warm, and my eyes widen as I see Nathan lying beside me. His eyes are closed, and he looks so peaceful. I can’t help but lift my fingers and trace them over his features. He is so beautiful.
He is mine.
I tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear, and he shifts under my touch, his eyelashes fluttering before his eyes slowly blink open.
“Elva,” he says slowly, as his lips slowly tilt upwards.
My hand flies to my mouth, stifling my cry as tears fall. They are salty and warm, running down in rivulets as I look at him.
He raises a hand, brushing his fingers down my face as he struggles to sit up against the mound of white pillows.
“Darling, why are you crying?” He asks huskily. His voice is low, raspy from disuse.
I choke on my sobs, my voice catching as I try to speak. “I thought you were dead,” I reply, shaking my head. “How could you do that to me?”
He pushes himself up before pulling me against him. His arms wrap around me, pulling me close. “I would give everything for you, wife of mine.” He murmurs into my hair, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say, burying my face in his chest. Sobs are wrenched from me until I have nothing left.
Still, he holds me.
Minutes slip by until the tears are long gone, and something else has taken their place. My fingers trail over him, feeling the lines of his body as we remain together. How is it possible to feel so safe and loved?
He’s here. I’m here. We’re both alive.
It truly is a miracle.
Eventually, I turn and nuzzle his chest. I inhale deeply, his scent filling me. He groans my name. Placing a finger on my chin, he tilts my face so I look at him. His eyes are dark, filled with deep emotion and longing. “I would very much like to kiss you right now.”
How does he know that’s what I want? What I need?
