Page 116 of Heart of Dawn
Love didn’t end this day. Love flourished today. Love carried on in a new…dawn.
Basil lay beside my mate, getting to work. He threw an arm and leg across his magnificent body and pressed his lips to his stubbled cheek, fingers splayed across his skull.
He closed his eyes, the soft hum of his healing power drifting from him.
“Please spare him…” I begged the stars. “Please spare him…”
He is his own special sunshine,I continued with my pleading on the inside,watching Miko’s eyelids.Not the skippy, happy kind. But one of steel and warmth, a man of solidity. Hard on the outside, the best kind of softness on the inside. He’s perfect. He’s everything. He’s made for me.
No sign of life yet.
He saved me, he turned my life upside down in the good way. He made my heart beat like it should again. He gave me something more to fight for other than home. Why put us together, only to wrench us apart? What’s the point? I have so much to show him. It’s not his time…it’s not…his time…
I didn’t care about any selfish crap. Let me be selfish, let this desperate wanting overtake the agony in my arm.
Where was his heartbeat? Why couldn’t I feel it anymore?
“If you’re taking him, take me…” I whispered, rainwater washing my tears away.
People were speaking, trying to comfort me. I let it fall to the side, not caring about anything until I saw him move.
“Come on, Miko,” I heard James say.
“You heard your beta,”I sent to my mate.“Wake up. Just wake up.”
His eyes fluttered open.
I passed out.
SUNRISE
CHAPTER FORTY
MIKO
Back on my feet, everything healed, I walked hand in hand with Orion down the hill to the western edge of the town. After a ten-minute recovery, Basil healed my mate’s wounds, Cate firing endless apologies at him for chowing down on his flesh.
Ori tried telling her it wasn’t her fault, but she wouldn’t have it.
“I’ll get you some wine,” she said.
“I can’t have Earthly alcohol, remember?” he replied.
He’d yelled at me the last time, properly pickled out of his mind on gin.
“And you don’t have to do anything,” he added. “Really.”
“Leave it to me.”
“Let her run with this,” James jumped in. “It’s easier.”
Thank God for Basil’s healing. I owed him a lot.
A hell of a lot.
We came to a road choked with bodies, none of them getting up. No sign of zombies, no sign of pink shit anywhere.
Could this really be the end?
