I returned to our suite to find Sutton awake, sitting at the head of the bed, knees up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. Motty sat next to her with an arm around Sutton’s shoulders. She spoke gently to her, keeping her relatively calm. There was a sadness creeping through our connection, but it wasn’t the deep despair I had been fearing would plague my poor mate when she woke. Motty gave me a nod as I approached, getting up so that I could take her place.I pulled Sutton onto my lap, running my fingers through her hair. I didn’t say anything. If she decided she wanted to talk, we would. But all I wanted was for her to know I was here for her. I hoped she would fall back to sleep. A natural, restful sleep this time. I thought that’s where she was heading, until she finally spoke.“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “That wasn’t very productive behavior.”I took a deep breath, exhaling heavily as I pulled her tighter in my arms.“I hate him, Lucas,” she said with conviction, her fin
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