Three days, fourteen hours, and eleven minutes later…
Yeah, I counted the seconds.
And that was exactly how long it took before my sweet, precious Jezebel opened her beautiful eyes.
For the first time in all that time, I felt whole again.
Complete.
“There you are,” I whispered, unashamed of the tears pricking my eyes.
They said real men didn’t cry, and for cowboys that went double. But I didn’t buy into the world’s view of what manliness or machismo meant.
Fuck that.
I loved this woman. She was everything to me and my Wolf. Not having her by my side was never part of the plan, and had she left this world, I would have followed and dragged her sweet ass back.
But I wasn’t going to think about all that because here she was, staring at me with wide, bright eyes, and fuck, my heart constricted until I thought it would implode.
“Emmet,” she croaked.
Her voice was rough and scratchy, but she had never sounded more beautiful to me than she did right then.