POV: Ryker

I do not leave her side. Not for a second. Caius and Zane stay in the room with me, but I am the one closest. My chair is pulled right up against the couch. My hand stays near her wrist so I can feel her pulse every few minutes. The Mage stands near the door and watches without speaking. She has not left either.

Ayla’s body stays still for a long time. Her breathing is even but shallow. Her skin is still too pale. Every so often her fingers twitch against the blanket like she is reaching for something in the dark. The bond between us feels thin...