AARON’S POV
I didn’t deserve to hold her as I had been able to, and yet wild hellhounds couldn’t drag me away. I would gladly wear the wounds left by their teeth to know she was at peace in my arms. But no matter how long, it would never be enough.
When the water began to cool, I lifted her against me again, savoring everything I was able to. The soft pattern of her breaths, the soft nature of her knuckles brushing against my cheek as I wrapped her arm around my shoulders, and the final look of her at such peace while I set her in my sheets. I only hoped she would forgive me for having to change her without her permission.
I began at her shirt as it clutched to her chest. My eyes kept focused on what was absolutely necessary as her skin tempted that beast within. Just one graze of my
