Heal.
Recover.
Come back to me.
I hadn’t even fucking told her what she was to me. Would she have made a different choice if I had? Chosen not to risk her life?
Had the choice been hers at all?
Had Stella been so obsessed with taking the fucker down that she asked Avery to risk everything?
I didn’t know.
I couldn’t find out.
Not yet.
Every ounce of energy I had was focused on her.
My mate.
My world.
“I don’t smell any fresh blood,” someone in the room whispered, and I snarled at them.
I wasn’t sure why I was snarling.
I was far more beast than man in the moment.
Everyone fell silent again.
I didn’t even know how many people were in the room. That was a risk to my female—but her wounds were a far bigger one.
“Water could help her,” Stella said, her voice quiet and wobbly. “She’s a siren. The hot springs could?—”
“No,” I nearly roared.
She wasn’t leaving the bed. She wasn’t moving away from the scales on my body, or the ones surrounding us.
I should’ve made her a blanket with them, like dragons usually did for their mates.
I should’ve told her exactly who and what she was to me.
I should’ve announced to the entire castle that she belonged to me, so no one in their right mind would help her risk herself.
I should’ve held her tighter in my bed.
I should’ve fuckingtold her.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Hell, maybe days.
It felt like a lifetime.
But slowly, her wounds closed and her heartbeat steadied.
“Talon?” she finally whispered, her voice raw and hoarse.
My entire body trembled. “I’m here, Ave.”