Page 30 of Sparks Flying

“It’s hard to explain. I can’t say I know every raven in Ravenden. We do mostly all look the same.”

I bit back a growl.

So this was one of the women he had “fun” with. Jealousy hit me hard, and I almost doubled over from the pain of it.

“Dean’s sort of like my brother-in-law,” she continued. “I’m mated to his older brother, Ryan. So I guess you could say I always recognize family.”

Relief hit me just as hard as the jealousy and this time I did double over.

“Is he going to be okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“He landed pretty hard. Is anything broken?”

She carefully checked his wings and felt all around.

“I don’t think anything’s broken. He took a pretty hard hit to the head, from what I can tell, but I think his raven is already working to heal him. These Davenport men are built different and as hardheaded as they come. I’m sure he’ll be fine. We just need to keep an eye on him as he comes too.”

“Okay,” I managed to say as I sat down on the ground next to him, not even caring that Gracie and I were both naked. I was too worried about Dean to even think about it.

“I flew here, but I didn’t see a car in the area. Where did you park?”

I cringed. “I didn’t. I was on a run. I had a bit of a spill out here earlier, just a little road rash. The doctor in town cleaned it up and told me to wait an hour and go for a run to heal it quickly. So that’s what I was doing.”

“And Dean?”

“I don’t know. He was already in his feathers when he found me.”

“Okay. I’m going to have to fly home and drive back to get you two.”

“Can you stay with him?”

I nodded. “I’m not leaving him.”

She hesitated, but finally nodded like she understood. I didn’t really care what she thought she knew. If she suspected we were mates, so what? We were.

Seeing him so vulnerable had nearly destroyed me. He might not feel our bond, but I knew I couldn’t keep fighting it and trying to run away from this. When he came to, we were going to have a lot to talk about.

“Please wake up, Dean,” I begged.

His raven was beautiful. I ran my hand over his feathers. They were so soft.

I leaned down and sniffed him, committing his scent to memory.

It was stupid and made me feel like an idiot, but it also grounded me and took away some of my anxiety seeing him unconscious like this.

“Please be okay. I know this is weird, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to you,” I whispered.

Dean started to stir.

“Dean?”

His eyes blinked open as he stared up at me.

“Hey. You’re okay. Thank God. Do not ever scare me like that again!”

Tears pricked my eyes. I was so relieved.

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