Avery’s POV
Gideon’s eyes were closed as he leaned his forehead against mine. I could see the crease between his brows furrow as pain washed over him. Thankfully, the blood flow had almost stopped, and soon the worst of the healing would be over.
His fever had returned. I could feel the heat of him against my skin. He would need to rest, and he would be hungry when he awoke.
Exasperatingly, he seemed to have no intention of allowing me to continue my journey. I should have known he would stop me. I guess it was good he’d shown up when he did, or I’d be mincemeat in some rogue’s jaws right now.
“My Luna.” Something about how he said those words had touched me in my core. As frustrating as his repeated denials of a separation were, he had said those words with such fervor. As though I
