(Siobhan’s P.O.V)
It had been three days since Arawn, Tiernan and I had come home through the portal, burned Scàthach’s heart and buried it, and Tiernan was still in a coma. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was grating on my nerves, he needed to wake the fuck up.
“You can’t leave me.” I whisper, my hand squeezing his.