My Sister's Fiance, My Fated Mate
I whispered finally, trying to focus on something else…anything else.
“Now’s not the time to ask about that,” Blake said quickly. “Save your strength. You had a fall, remember? That’s what’s making you feel weak.”
I guess so.
“What about Liam?” I asked softly.
“Can you just stop talking?” he snapped, then lowered his tone immediately. “Please… just save your strength.”
I nodded faintly, though I wasn’t sure if he saw it.
Around us, the team was moving fast, I could hear every sound, the metallic clicks, the quick, shallow breaths, the occasional curse when something didn’t work.