Chapter 28: The Weight of a Heart
The infirmary was silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. Aria sat motionless by the bed, her fingers curled tightly around Alexander's hand, her thumb brushing absently against his knuckles. His skin was warm but too pale, his face slack with unconsciousness. The blue-tinged wolfsbane had nearly stopped his heart, grazing a place it should have never touched. If it had pierced just an inch deeper…
Aria's grip tightened.
It had been a week.
Seven days of waiting.
Seven days of watching.
Seven days of torment.
She hadn't left his side.
Not when the healers tried to coax her away. Not when Elias came to report the state of the pack. Not when Lyssa, with soft eyes and a knowing look, placed a tray of untouched food on the bedside table.
Nothing mattered.
Nothing but him.