Elira's POV

After a torturous 10-hour sleep, Aiden finally let his eyes open, and hunger was his first realisation. “Are you good?” I asked as I watched him, “Do you want more?”

“That's enough,” his voice croaked. He grabbed the bottled water and gulped it down. “I was hungry. Not too much, don.”

I nodded, my lips pressing into a thin line as I watched him. How could I explain the fear inside of me as he collapsed? I thought... tension uncoiled in every one of my muscles as I pushed the feeling away.

The feeling of having to lose him.

“I think I'm better.”

“Pain?”

“Slightly. Except for the...