Aaron’s POV
"Come, you should rest." I took her back to her bedroom, helping her sit on the bed. I hold her tight, trying to keep her warm.
She looks tired and pale. I wonder what she had done in April’s room.
It isn’t long before my mate’s slowly falls asleep. I sigh softly, reluctantly moving her out of my arms and laying her on the bed beside me. I frown at how empty my arms feel the second I put her down, the sparks that fly between us everywhere we touch fading instantly. Rubbing a hand over her face, I scrub the cold sweat stains off, taking deep breaths.
Lowering my hand, I hit a bumpy, uneven section of skin on her arm, and I freeze, leaning in closer to get a better look in the dim sun light.
It’s a scar, halfway through the process of healing. The skin is jagged and forms a thin silver line, going from the back of her forearm, right above her wrist.