Three weeks later…
Grace’s POV
Time was the enemy, I decided, as I yet again woke up, only to realize that I hadn’t died in my sleep – again!
I turned on the big luxurious-looking bed, wanting to go back to sleep and hopefully die peacefully--- only to find Cole next to me.
Also, again!
Damn it!
The guy was persistent, I’d give him that, I groaned and hoped he wouldn’t realize I was awake. I didn’t want to talk to him. Hell, I just barely tolerated his presence after what he’d done, but since it now was his claiming mark on my shoulder, my body was forced to respond to him.
And I hated it!
I couldn’t even remember him biting me. Hell, I had no idea what had happened to the pack after I passed out. Cole insisted that they were fine and since I couldn’t feel my connection to them anymore, I could only take his word for it.
I missed feeling them there though…
But it was Jack I missed most of all…