"Your eternal slave. Always." He leaned his forehead against hers. "Thank you, Aimee." Those words were so paltry compared to the real gratitude he felt.
She'd saved him from an unimaginable hell. Without her, he would have never escaped. . . .
"You're very welcome."
He kissed her on the forehead before he lay back down on the bed and pulled a corner of the duvet over his lap. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck."
"Well, we've been trying to move your limbs while you were a wolf, but sometimes you were so stiff we couldn't."
Fang tried not to think about that. It was probably when he was being attacked by Misery and her crew. But all of that was behind him. He was back where he belonged.
Aimee brushed his hair back from his face. "Are you hungry?"
"Famished."
"I'll grab you something to eat and be right back."
He took her hand as she started away. The warmth of her skin caught him off guard. In the other realm, she'd felt differently. Now he felt the true heat and softness of her body. "Stay with me a little longer."
He'd been alone for so long that he didn't want to be that way right now. He was afraid that if he was, somehow they'd suck him back into that hell realm.
Aimee heard the need in his voice. "I'll summon Dev to bring you something." She helped him tuck himself under the covers while she used her powers to ask Dev to bring food and water.
Fang lay on his side, quiet and still. He had one arm tucked under his head while his eyes danced around the room as if looking at all the shadows to come alive and attack him.
And still he managed to look delectable to her. Even with his shaggy hair and unkempt beard. Even though his body was much thinner, he still sent a jolt of desire through her.
"What are you thinking?"
Those dark eyes met hers and held her spellbound. They also stole her breath. "How grateful I am that you didn't give up on me."
She took his hand into hers and squeezed it gently. "Wolves aren't the only ones who are loyal, you know? We bears have a pretty good reputation in that department too."
Dev knocked lightly before he pushed the door open. His jaw dropped as he saw Fang awake. "Holy shit. The wolf lives."
Aimee got up to pull the tray from his hand and set it on the dresser. "Why did you think I asked for broth?"
"Thought you'd had a head injury or something."
She rolled her eyes.
Dev shut the door and came forward to stand next to Fang's bed. "So when did you get the last one?"
"A few minutes ago."
His look hardened. "Alone?"
"No. Kyle was with me."
That didn't help his glare in the least. In fact, it intensified. "Damn it, Aimee. You risked the cub?"
"He's not just a cub."
"You're right. He's the passenger who fell off the short bus. Damn, Aimee, of all the people to take with you into a fight-"
"Dev!" she snapped, her own anger igniting. She was in no mood for his lecture.
He shook his head. "You know the kid. He doesn't exactly think most of the time. The bricklayer left half his stash at the factory."