Raine's POV 

It was the first sound he had made!

I shot up, trying not the jostle him, and right away, I noticed his back. The mark was no longer red; instead, it had settled into the fine black lines of a tattoo!

Hope soared in me.

He began to try to raise himself up with his forearms, a grunt releasing from his chest at the exertion. I pressed him back down and ordered firmly, "Oh no, you don't! You are not getting out of bed just yet!"

He collapsed back to the bed and growled petulantly, "Just joined, and already you're nagging and man-handling me."

A laugh escaped my...