Five Months later
The waiting room felt suffocatingly small, the walls seeming to press in from all sides with each agonizing minute that ticked by.
Anastasia's footsteps traced a well-worn path in the drab carpet as she paced restlessly, her movements growing more erratic and jittery the longer they waited for news.
Cobra watched her from his place on the sagging couch, projecting a calm he didn't fully feel himself as his mate's anxiety rolled off her in waves.
His fingers tapped out an unsteady staccato rhythm against the faded upholstery, the only outward sign of his innermost turmoil.
Of course, he was just as scared for Liam, but one of them needed to keep it together.
"Ana," he called out gently, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. "Come here, my love."
She startled slightly, her wide eyes finding him like a lodestone, and drifted over to sink down next to him.
