A quarter to five in the morning, Xandar was resting his head on the bed next to his mate, taking in her scent as he stroked her hand when, suddenly, he heard her soft moan. His body shot up from the chair, and he inched his face closer to hers as he uttered, “Baby. Baby, are you awake? Can you hear me?”

Lucianne’s fingers moved slightly in Xandar’s hand, and her eyelids pressed down for a moment before they opened halfway to reveal those dazed black orbs. Her dry lips parted as she muttered, “Xandar.”

Xandar’s eyes were tearing up with relief and joy. “Baby. Oh, Goddess. You’re okay. You’re...