*Noah*
I barely slept at all over the last twenty-four hours. Eva advised me to try and rest, even going so far as to tell me that I was looking rather ragged. I just smirked at her and assured her that I would try to rest, but I made no promises. It amused me that the witch was concerned about me when Zara still refused to open her eyes.
I pulled a chair up to Zara’s bedside, intent on staying by her side until she awoke. I spoke softly to her, murmuring words of reassurance and comfort.
“I don’t know what exactly you saw but know that I’m here for you, beautiful,” I said gently, squeezing Zara’s hand. I stroked the back of her tiny knuckles with my fingers as I had done probably hundreds of times before.
I froze, holding my breath and waiting to feel any kind of response from my mate. I longed to feel anything, like a simple twitch of her hand or a single squeeze of her fingers around mine.
She was as still as ice.
