“Then is it because of what happened? I know it scared you, but I’m fine. Look at me.” Sasha stood back enough to spread his arms as if to show off how healthy and free of wounds his body was
Of course all Nathan could look at was the remains of the scar that he realized parodied his dark fae mark almost too perfectly.
“I’m going to be okay,” Sasha insisted, taking Nathan’s hand and placing it right on top of the scar over his heart. “Steady rhythm. All because ofyou.”
“Sasha…” Nathan didn’t want to offer protests but he felt them rise up within him anyway. “Would you just listen to me for a second and maybe—”
“No,” Sasha shot back. “I’m done listening to your excuses, Nathan. Why can’t you just let this happen? Why does it have to be so hard? I almost died! I thought I was dead for sure. I’d accepted that I was never going to see you again. Or Jim. Or anyone.”