Thane's pov

The unconscious woman on the guest room bed lay so still one would think she was dead. Her dark hair was spread out on the curtains like a blotch of ink stain and her face looked so beautiful and serene.

Most of her wounds were healed now, revealing a clear, blemish skin. The maids had took to bathing her and changing her into a satin gown before laying her to bed.

I found myself staring at her for longer than expected till Michaela's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, forcing me to draw my gaze from her.

“What would have happened If I hadn't caught her and...