After a long day of catching up with everyone, Bronx and I finally get back to our apartment. I'm exhausted, but I need a shower. The problem is, my back is still sore, and not completely healed. I let Bronx lift my shirt to check my wounds. He agrees that the water pressure is probably a bad idea for another day or so. “How about I run a bath for us, Baby?" He offers. He gives me a gentle hug and goes to run the water. When I get into the bathroom, Bronx helps me undress. “I got this, Baby. Let me take care of you." He insists. I blush at the gesture as he carefully removes my clothes for me. With every piece of clothing he removes, he places innocent little kisses on my skin, setting off little sparks with each one. He helps me into the tub, then removes his clothes and joins me. Bronx lets me look at his back first. His wounds are mostly healed, except for the ones that were the deepest. There are scars starting to form across his whole back. Most of his tattoos are ruined. Wh

It makes me nervous how tired Kas is the next day. She's still pale and her eyes don't have their usual sparkle. She insists on getting out of bed, but she falls asleep at the kitchenette table before I can finish toasting a bagel for her. I carry her over to the sofa and bring her some pillows and her gray and green blanket. I wrap her up in a little cocoon and turn on the cooking channel she likes. Before I can even turn around, she is already asleep on the couch. I call James and request Delilah to come check on her to make sure what she is going through is normal. Once Delilah arrives, she looks Kas over. She agrees that what Kas did to heal me should be well within her power, but since she isn't anywhere close to her full power with her injuries, it just gassed her. She just needs rest. Delilah lets me know she will brew up something for Kas to drink that will help, but it will take a few hours for it to kick in. “I will stay here with her. I'm sorry, Alpha Bronx, but you need t

Kas's POV The next few days begin to form into a comfortable schedule for us. Bronx goes to his office at MasonCo most days. Just like he promised when I first moved into the apartment, he wakes me every morning up to let me know he’s leaving. And every morning he gives me a passionate kiss that leaves me missing him until he gets home. Somehow, he seems to have an endless supply of flowers, too. I don’t know where he gets them from, but he brings a few for me every evening and places them in a vase on my nightstand. He takes out the ones that are starting to wilt, so I always have a fresh bouquet to look at. I start to focus on searching my mind for Lex. I load some calming music onto my phone and spend my mornings meditating. I feel her deep within the farthest corners of my mind, but the harder I try, the more difficult it is to reach her. The closest way I can describe it is that I feel like she is trapped in a cage in a dark room in my mind. The problem is, I can’t find the room

“What? No, Kas. That's not possible. You know that's not possible. Saint would never harm a hair on your head. He loves you. I love you." I say desperately, taking a step forward, praying she doesn't take a step back. My heart clenches at the thought that she could ever be scared I would hurt her. What am I talking about? I just slapped her in the hallway in front of all those people. She just had a vision that my wolf killed her. How could she not be scared of me? A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I find James and Delilah standing there. “Please, come in." I gesture with my arm. “Thank you, Alpha Bronx." Delilah says with a bow and walks past me. “If it's alright, Alpha, I'm going to stay in the hall with Tyree. Make sure things are... under control." James gives me a knowing look. I trust him to convince Tyree to keep quiet about this incident. “Thanks, James." I look at Tyree, who still looks very uncomfortable with what he just witnessed. Even with the sensitivity an

Lenora stands and unlocks the apartment door. James is pacing the hall and rushes inside as soon as he is allowed entry. “My Love!" He exclaims when he sees Delilah bundled up on the sofa. He kneels down and caresses her face, giving her little kisses. “Oh, Puppy. Don't worry. I'm okay." She smiles as he comes to her side. “James, you can take her wrapped in the blanket so she won't get cold. I will get it back some other time." I offer."It's alright, Luna. My truck is out front." He carefully unwraps his mate from her cocoon and hands the blanket to me before picking her up bridal style. Lenora drapes his coat over her. “Delilah, I will come see you tomorrow if you're feeling better.” I tell her. “Thank you, Kas." She says sleepily, leaning into James's chest. James gingerly walks out of the apartment so he can take his mate home and care for her. I pang of guilt strikes my heart. I am not able to heal Delilah because she is not a werewolf. She is a powerful witch, but what she