GreyThe walk back to the castle felt strangely longer. Grey carried Maya as carefully as he could, one arm beneath her knees, the other supporting her back.She barely weighed anything. Too light. The snow crunched beneath his boots as he crossed the silent courtyard. No guards dared question him. Instead, they bowed, though more than one pair of eyes widened at the sight of their Alpha carrying his unconscious bride.Grey ignored every curious glance. His attention remained on the warmth radiating through Maya. Her fever had worsened. Every now and then she shivered.A quiet sound escaped her lips. Not words. Only a small whimper.Grey frowned. "...You're still afraid."He wasn't sure whether she heard him. Perhaps she was dreaming. Perhaps remembering. Whatever haunted her followed even into sleep.Bina nearly dropped the basket of folded laundry when Grey entered the eastern wing. "My King?" She hurried toward him. "What happened?""She has a fever." Grey continued walking. "And
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