MISSY
A heavy hand moved over the back of my head, pulling me from sleep. I didn’t remember going to sleep, just desperately begging my mate to wake up.
The hand stopped moving, and I raised my head. Maddox was looking at me with a soft smile. “Good morning, darling,” he said. His voice was scratchy, but his eyes were clear.
“Maddox?” I said in disbelief. He nodded, and I launched myself out of the chair, even with my body protesting from the uncomfortable sleeping position.
He caught me with an ‘oof’ from the effort but held me tight to his chest. “Goddess, I can’t believe you’re awake,” I mumbled into him.
“Feeling better, too,” he said.
“I’m not getting my hopes up,” I said, pulling away from him. I took in his skinny face. He was no longer pale or green looking. His eyes met
