Aries’ POV
I hadn’t moved in what felt like hours.
Not when she was lying there like that—so pale, breathing so shallow. Rex was back. That should’ve brought some relief. Some peace.
But it didn’t.
Not when her body trembled beneath the blanket, every few minutes a twitch or wince slipping through like her nightmares had teeth. The healers had done all they could—cleaned her wounds, wrapped her wrists and ankles where the chains had burned through flesh. But I could see it in their eyes, the way their hands slowed when they looked at her.
They were worried.
They were scared.
And so was I.
My gaze stayed locked on her face. Her lashes fluttered, like she was fighting even in sleep. Her lips parted, forming silent words I couldn’t hear. I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair
