I did not turn away from Dera as Pat left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. I'd called for the healer the moment she passed out, and Pat had not been happy with me for changing in front of her. His words still echoed in my mind.

"She's fighting for her life, Tent," he'd scolded. "Next time you want to impress your mate, do it when she's healthy, okay?

I slumped in the chair by her bed, wishing that Pat had allowed me to explain. I'd only wanted to show her proof, but in my heart, I knew the truth. I'd wanted to prove it to her, to...