Faith's Pov
I slowly forced my eyes open despite the throbbing headache which has become a norm.The ceiling above was familiar.
My room.
Not a cell, not a dungeon, but my own bed. A wave of relief washed through me.
I tried to sit up, but my muscles protested, screaming with a dull ache. It felt like I haf been run over by a truck.
Then I saw him.
Astor.
He was sleeping in an awkward position in the armchair next to the bed, his head tilted back awkwardly, his broad chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths. He was fast asleep.
My heart gave a sudden sense of relief. He was here. He found me.
I don't remember anything up until the moment I passed out but I guess All is Well That Ends Well because I ended up home.
' Our mate has been here, watching over you. For hours. He
