COLT POV
Her green eyes lit up as we geared up. I’m reminded that she isn’t this weak woman I keep trying to paint her out to be in my mind. I know she’s strong, and I know she’s been through a lot.
I keep remembering losing her, remembering the feeling of her being taken, remembering the pain I felt watching her slowly die. When I think about these things I try too hard to protect her from it happening again. So much so that I actually lost it on her before she was taken away from me again!
“Freya.” I grabbed her hands in mine “keep your anger, we will need it but just know I love you and I’m sorry for fighting you yesterday.”
She smiled, her glowing eyes still burning, “We will talk about it when they’re dead.”
I love my wife.
Side by side we moved to put this plan in motion. I’
