Dustin could finally breathe easier as he watched his mate take small sips of water. The past week and a half had been a nightmare for everyone, especially for him and his brother. They both felt that they had let Tazanna down. Looking at her covered in bandages, the wince of pain every time she made a slight movement made him want to get his hands on the witch queen and wring it until she no longer walked the earth.
“Thank you,” Tazanna said as she pushed the glass away slowly, her movements still sluggish. Her voice sounded stronger though a bit scratchy.
Dustin watched her as she looked around the room, trying to gauge her emotions.
“Where is my mom? Where am I?”
Dustin glanced at his mother who was still in the room with them. Can you give us a few minutes, ma? He asked his mothe
