Malachi had never heard a sweeter sound, had never heard his name be called in such a manner that caressed him so intimately and caused his body to tighten and ache.
"You are back…" she murmured as she stirred again, throwing one hand above her head and the other fell on her waist. She kept her eyes closed but seemed a little disturbed. She turned her head, trying to find a comfortable position. Still uncomfortable, she turned and curled up like a cat looking for comfort.
"Ah… no," she mumbled shifting again. She was disturbed. She said a few more things he couldn't understand but he caught the part where she said she didn't want to wake up. She held onto her pillow tightly and he looked at her butchered hands.
He hated to see them, just like he hated the empty look in her eyes. It made his soul shiver.
