Chapter Forty-Five.
Fitz scooped Eliza into his arms, cradling her body next to his, as he carried her out of the trees, back to the observation point. He sat on the floor, still holding his angel, his Eliza, his mate in his arms, as he gently stroked her hair.
“You are a damned fool, human. Our mate was so distraught. What did you do whilst I was sleeping?” Baldr growled inside his mind, desperate for his mate to wake up.
“I fell in love with her. That’s what I did. Without the mate bond, I fell in love with our angel,” Fitz responded to his wolf, his eyes never leaving Eliza’s beautiful face.
“Why did she collapse?” Baldr growled once more, his voice accusatory.
“I don’t know. I was gently attempting to tell her that I loved her, but I must have messed it up,” Fitz responded
