A muffled argument between the twins and Alana was floating in from the other room. Even though I couldn't hear the words clearly, I could tell it was about something important. Just a few days ago, I had gotten a cut, and I thought it would heal slowly, but not too badly. Instead, it became worse, and I ended up sick and stuck in bed. The pain grew every day until this morning, when I finally collapsed from the strain.
Alana had asked a few times if she should get her brothers to come help heal me. But healing is a very personal thing. It's usually only done between mates because a special bond forms when someone heals you. With the feelings I already had for Prince Samuel and Prince Cameron, having them heal me would make it harder to avoid them. I wanted to tell Jax what was happening,
