(Sienna’s POV)
An aide pulls Arthur away to handle a diplomatic emergency that, honestly, probably could have been sorted out with a simple email. I stand near the exit, sipping my champagne, taking this quiet moment alone to breathe.
My wolf whispers in my mind. “You’re doing well, Sienna. Thank you for doing all this. For saving my life.”
My eyes widen. She’s weak, but I haven’t heard her actually speak in what feels like forever. I blink repeatedly, trying to make the tears stinging the corners of my eyes dry up.
So much has happened, and this is too much…too fast.
“I’m relieved to hear your voice again,” I tell her.
“I’m weak, Sienna, alive, but barely. I’m not out of the woods by far, but being close to our mate is healing. Thank you for letting him in.”
“You need to know
