Reaching out to Erik, and actually being able to contact him gave Tabatha hope. Elrohith must have lifted some of his wards on her room because she is also no longer feeling as if the walls are pushing down on her.
She crawls into bed, but it’s not her bed. Even if it’s a single bed, she shares it with her enormous mate! This might be a huge bed, it’s not her bed.
She doesn’t climb underneath the covers and has that sigh of relief feeling she has at home. Because she is feeling better, sleep evades her, and she clings to the image of Erik’s face when tears spring up from her eyes and start to roll down her cheeks.
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He hates it that he is the cause of her current pain, but he can’t give her what she wants. He needs her… To what?
It started as a wish for revenge against the kingdom
