Kael was dying and there was nothing I could do except stand there watching healers work while his bond got quieter and more distant and my brain kept replaying the moment demon claws tore through his ribs like he was made of paper.
Three hours. Three hours of surgery and healing magic and watching his chest rise and fall in shallow breaths that kept getting shallower.
Through the bond I felt him slipping further away and every time I tried to push energy at him to keep him anchored the healers told me to stop because I was interfering with their work, which was probably true but also how was I supposed to just stand here and watch him die?
"You should rest." Draven's voice came from somewhere to my left but I couldn't look away from Kael's too-pale face long enough to acknowledge him.
Rest. Right. Because sleeping while my mate died was totally an option.
