Chapter 119 My Blood

• Alyson
• I sob at his side, watching him sleep so deeply that he hardly can make out a coherent mumble when I beg for him to heal. He's been bitten by a sick rogue, something that could have the capacity to kill him, and I can't allow that to happen.
• I bow my head, resting it against he side of the bed where I kneel, where I haven't moved from in days, just waiting for him to lift his head and smile joyously. If only that would truly happen. I would cry harder than I'm crying now, so desperate to have my mate in my arms.