“You truly believe that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice nearly dreamy, as though she were falling into a trance.
“Yes,” I answered simply.
She smiled, sweet and warm. “I think you’re wrong.” She got to her feet, swaying a bit. Before I could jump to my feet, she lifted a hand. “I’m fine, but you’re right. I’m tired. I need to lie down. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
I doubted that. Rhys would take one look at his woman and make sure that she slept for as long as she needed.
Once Savannah left, I looked down at Ava and studied her tranquil face, taking in the way her chest rose and fell steadily. The color was returning to her cheeks and, when I touched her jaw, she no longer felt chilled.
I was tempted to stretch out next to her and nap, but heaved myself off the bed before I could give in. I would be a shitty protector if I fell asleep while watching over Ava.
I moved to the chair and sat down. Thank the Goddess it was comfortable. I extended my legs and took my phone from my pocket. The protection spell I wore around my neck had prevented the magic at the shop from frying it. Smiling, I tapped the screen and pulled up a reading app, clicking on a book I’d been reading a few days earlier.
As I settled in to read, I hoped that Ava would wake soon. I needed to hear from her own lips that she was fine.
