LIAM
Azalea’s body was arched uncomfortably in my arms. She was warm all over, and this pink glow seemed to be bursting from her.
“Azalea!” I yelled. I grabbed her face, trying to get her eyes to focus on me. “Azalea!”
I had no idea what was happening. I just got to her. She survived everything Warwick did; she was so brave when I couldn’t get to her.
A tender warmth invaded me as I tried to snap her out of this. I paused, realizing it was her power. Every cut on my skin closed, every crack in my bones healed, every ached seeped away. I looked up at the moon bathed in the same pink coming from my mate.
I held my breath as the warmth completed its journey, and I felt whole again. Azalea slowly relaxed in my arms, her body going limp. I realized her nose was no longer swollen, and he
