THANE POV
The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was her.
My angel.
A small, impossible thread burning somewhere beneath my ribs, like someone had taken a piece of sunlight and buried it inside the darkest part of me.
The relief that hit me was violent.
Shameful in a way I did not have the strength to name yet.
For one second, I did not move.
I did not breathe.
I did not let my mind reach for the pain, or the walls, or the metal holding me in place.
I held still because I thought I was dying again.
Because that was the only explanation that made sense.
Persefone Savage should not have been there.
Not inside me.
Not pulsing through a bond I had no right to carry.
Not wrapped around the part of me I had stopped believing could be touched.
But she was.
Faint.
Raw.
Furi
