Book 2: Chapter 92

Bronx’s POV

I feel so fucking helpless. Just like they always do, the doctors say to just let her sleep. I should be able to do more, be able to help my mate. I’m her Guardian, right? They tell me I was made for her. Sitting here holding her hand while she sleeps in a hospital bed is not helping her. There is no way this is what I was made for. This can’t be the type of help they mean.

“Come on, Kas. Please wake up, Baby. Please,” I whisper when I brush her sparkly gray bangs out of her face. She looks so still and peaceful, but it is distressing at the same time. I never know what’s going through her head. She hides twice as much as she shares with the world, even me. I know she thinks she is protecting everyone by keeping her emotions locked down. There is so much from her past she holds on to. I try to respect that. I can’t take it away from her, but there is so much future to look forward to if she would just allow it.

I look up at the clock, two-thirty a.m. She lost consciousne