Echo seemed to weigh nothing at all, as Grayson shifted her into my grasp. He appeared to be struggling with giving her up. I understood, she was his precious mate and had just marked him.
The reality of her marking Grayson set in. She was suffering severe blood loss. Nothing was seeming real to her. The craving for blood and their connection could have turned a feeding into a marking easily.
She would be upset when she woke up, no matter what. At least telling her that he fought to not mark her would help his case. Echo would probably be apologetic. At least, it would take the pressure off her. She wouldn’t have to choose, her blood depleted brain had already done so.
Echo’s arms came up and wrapped around my neck. I reveled in her touch. She was alive and would be for a long time.
