Leander
“You shouldn’t be here,” I mumble while cracking my eyes open. I smile upon seeing Sara smiling at me from her kneeling position in front of me.
“Where else would I be?”
“Not locked in a cell like a criminal.”
“Right back at’cha,” Sara giggles, then touches my cheek with her fingertips. “Are you okay?”
I nod my head.
I feel weak from the silver wrapped around my wrists, but the wolfsbane has dissipated.
“I’m so sorry, Leander,” I narrow my eyes as Sara drops her head. “This is all my fault.”
“Sara?” She looks at me. “This is not your fault.”
“Yes, it is, Leander. If I hadn’t shut you out, Sterling wouldn’t have done what he did.”
I smile, wanting to cup her cheek but not doing so for fear the silver handcuffs might touch her beautiful skin. I would not wish to mark Sara l
