Erin blinked awake to the steady sound of the heart monitor. Her gaze settled on the vitals slowly scrolling across the screen. It was rather hypnotic and strangely comforting.
“Pomme?”
The tired voice made her turn her head to see Alexander sitting beside the bed. He had showered and the grime of battle no longer clung to him. His clothes were simple: a T-shirt and sweatpants, but she liked this look on him. In public, he appeared far too polished and intimidating.
Alexander stood, moving to the side of the bed. He looked tired and Erin frowned. What had happened after she fell asleep? Was there another rogue attack?
“Are you worrying about me?” Alexander asked, shaking his head.
He lowered the bed rail and slid into bed beside her. Gently, he pulled her into his arms and held her
