Merlyn’s POV
A knock on the door jarred me awake. Jeremiah poked his head in the room. “Babe, Maverick is here.” He told me while walking towards me.
I was feeling stiff from sleeping in this chair. I looked at my bed, where my son was still unconscious. It's been nearly a week since I brought him here to my New York City penthouse after being shot. It took everything I had as a warlock to save his life. My mother had helped with what she could. And we managed to keep him alive. He just hasn’t woken up yet. I dreaded telling him that I failed to save his wife and daughter and that they were trapped with that monster Gideon Kreel.
“Tell Mav I’ll be right down, babe.” I got to my feet and sniffed. I hadn’t bathed
