Two days after he was released from the hospital, Mark grumbled that he was once again laid up with injuries that would prevent him from working.
He'd been lucky, though: no broken bones or life-threatening injuries. He had burns on his hands and on his left shoulder, and a variety of lacerations all over his chest, arms, and back. He also had some large bruises from Mirielle's hooves.
But he didn't mind the pain because everyone had survived.
And Abby—she was alive. She was whole, and well, and the best part?
She loved him still. He loved her, and she hadn't left his side since the fire.
"Lunch is ready," she said as she passed by his bedroom. She stopped when she saw him grimacing. "What is it? Is it your hands?"
He almost wanted to growl at her to stop hovering, but seeing her con
