He schooled his eyes, said nothing, his face growing even grimmer.
"Three hours?"
"Yes, he was up all night yesterday, too. The doctor said His Highness should be safe in the morning. Master Liam went back to the Swed Palace for a bit, but we didn't expect…" Fierce Eagle responded, his eyebrows knitted together tightly.
At these words, Tara Summer's eyes widened, her face turning white as a sheet.
Liam Yancey, was he a superhuman? He hadn't been resting well for a month, and yet, how could he have the stamina to keep her in bed for three whole days?
He must not care about his life at all!
Tara Summer bit her lip, her brows furrowed. She couldn't identify the odd sensation welling in her heart, but it was gradually tightening, as though an invisible hand was squeezing her, causing her chest to throb uncomfortably and leaving her breathless.
