August
“Mercy? Mercy? Are you all right?”
It was happening again, and there was nothing August could do to help her or prevent it. All he’d done was welcome her home when he saw her eyes roll back into her head and her body went limp.
He’d caught her, thank goodness. So she wasn’t physically injured. But Mercy was lying limp against his arm as he stared into her beautiful face, willing her to open her eyes and look at him.
She did--whether he actually managed to convince her to or she just happened to not have slipped too far away from him this time.
Mercy blinked a few times, a vacant look on her face. At first, he thought maybe she didn’t recognize him. The idea of having to start all over again, of trying to explain who he was, where she was, how she’d gotten there one more time, m
