Myra POV
I really wish someone would turn off that annoying beeping sound. "Myra," a deep masculine voice says my name, sending shivers down my spine. "Please wake up beautiful," the voice says again. Tingles erupt on my cheek as warm fingers brush against my skin. The beeping speeds up, and I realize it matches my heartbeat.
Based on the scent of antiseptic, I must be in the royal hospital. I try to force my eyes open, needing to see if what I just felt is truly real. Michael's words replay in my mind. "Believe in second chances and be happy, mom." I thought he was talking about choosing to live, but now I realize he meant a second chance beloved. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think this would happen.
My first beloved was a warrior that died not long after Michael turned two.
