Zuriel
Shit. s**t. I can't leave my mate now, not in her condition. However, my sister looks at me with worry in her eyes, her fingers agitating slightly.
" I can't leave now,"
" I know the situation with your mate is delicate right now, but we need to be in the capital before our uncle,"
She sighs and cups my face, sensing my hesitation, " Elara is safe; your child is, too. We will return a month before the little hatchling is born. Mother will take care of her,"
I run a finger in my hair. My heart is uneasy; how can I leave when she is unconscious?
I go into Elara's room. She is sleeping soundly in the bed; her face has bruises, and a few machines are attached to her body. The heart monitor shows her breathing rate.
I sit at the edge of the bed, carefully hugging her without
