Chapter 73. Helena POV

That was the longest, quietest, most horrendous twenty-four hours of my life. Never have I been so completely helpless before. Having to watch my beautiful mate, my darling Alexander being stitched up and repaired like a broken toy by doctors hurt me to the core. His skin was a stomach-churning grey pallor by the time Bella arrived.

Kyra had told me to be patient with her but honestly, I had no faith in her abilities. Especially when all she did was rub his stitches a bit. I was so close to telling her to take her filthy hands off him to avoid infection.

But again, and I have lost count of how many times this has happened now Bella has proven me wrong. Every time I think I have her understood and her feelings covered another layer appears. The love she has for the assassin, the fact she could persuade Ivan to release her, the way she threw herself down a ravine to help. She took control of me, walking and calming me all the way back to the castle-like an army veteran