MINUTES LATER, Alison plopped down on an armchair with a relieved sigh while Gabriel helped Atia onto the couch. She laid back, and she could see a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. Despite her stubborn insistence on walking, it had tired her out. She'd been in a coma even managed to stay upright.
Alison could feel her intense stare on her as Gabriel fetched some water and food. Alison knew she was Grayson's Mate; she stared at the mark on her neck. Her eyes practically burned her skin. Even though Alison had every right to hold herself high, her head couldn't help but lower; she felt intimidated. It was likely because she had royal blood and herself regally, like a queen. Even in this state, she looked noble and proud.
