RASMUS’S POV Today was another day to lie in bed and do absolutely nothing other than anticipate death. The Doctor said I had seven more days to live after I left the hospital, but it had been fourteen days since I left. He was here yesterday, and according to him, I had less than seven days left. I wasn’t getting better, and I was still in pain, or I might have concluded that I wasn’t dying at this point. “No, no, no,” Maya muttered. She interrupted the silence with those words. She had been restless. She kept pacing around the room, and the only thing I could do was trace her with my eyes. I had a feeling there was something on her mind that she didn’t want to talk to me about. Her lips kept moving, but she was no longer audible. If I had marked her as mine, it would have been easier for me to know what was on her mind without her telling me. We weren’t connected through the mate bond yet, so I couldn’t read her mind. “Can we leave the mansion?” she blurted. I was ju
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