Thirty Three

Sara POV

   "Dead. He wanted me killed. Out of all the options in the world, he chose death for me," I think to myself as the massive bodies crammed in my apartment whisper to each other.

  My fingers run through his blonde hair, and the pleasant tingles from our bond shoot up my arm. Even though he wanted me gone from this earth, I am still happy he is okay.

  "You okay, Sara," Jannah asks as she sees me zoning out.

  "Yeah, fine. When should he wake up," I ask as my fingers still, and Jannah shrugs before sitting down on the floor in front of my couch?

  I nod before looking toward the three males that have fallen silent.

  "The Goddess said it might take a little while for his organs to repair, but he will wake up soon," Garrett says after a moment, and again, I nod.

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