KILLIAN POV
I couldn't believe my ears.
What did that witch do to her?
How could she not see it? How could she not feel it? The raw power humming beneath her skin, the unbreakable fire in her soul? Even now, lying exhausted in this hospital bed, she was the most breathtaking thing I had ever seen.
And yet, she thought she was broken.
I tightened my grip around her hand, willing her to feel everything I wanted to say. My devotion. My need. My unwavering certainty that she was mine and I was hers.
Her skin was soft beneath my fingertips, cool but not cold, fragile but not weak. Never weak. She had survived something no one should have endured. And still, she was here.
Still fighting.
My mate.
Angelica.
Her fiery red hair cascaded over the pillow, a wild contrast
