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Ash sighed. “I didn’t give you very much blood, just enough…”

“Just enough to make sure I woke up,” I finished for him. Part of me was surprised that his blood had even done that at this point. Because the pain I’d felt in my chest? I wouldn’t have been surprised if my heart had imploded. “You shouldn’t have done it.”

“And what should I have done?” The softness vanished from his features. “Let you die?” His eyes narrowed when I opened my mouth. “If you say yes, so help me Fates, Sera… Because I will not let you die.”

I started to sit up, but the arm I rested on tensed, and his hand curved around my shoulder. Frustration swept through me. “I wasn’t going to say that.”

“Really?”

“No.” I struggled in his hold. “You know what you should’ve done.”

“I did exactly what I should’ve done,” he shot back. “And stop trying to move around. You need to take it easy.”

“What is taking it easy going to do for me?” I threw up my arms, almost smacking him in the face. “The same as giving me blood? Delaying the inevitable while wasting time?”

The skin of his cheeks thinned. Shadows blossomed, thickening. “Disagree.”

“Disagree?” I sputtered.

“I believe that is what I just said. You being angry with my response doesn’t change it.”

My eyes widened as I stared at him. “I’m not angry with you.”

“Really?” he repeated dryly.

“Yes,” I hissed, trying to rein in my temper. I wasn’t angry with him. I was furious with this—the situation he’d been put in. That I was in. What couldn’t be avoided. “You needed—”

“I did what I needed to do, Sera.”

“You two are arguing.” A deeper, raspier voice intruded. “I suppose that means Sera is feeling better.”

I twisted in Ash’s arms so fast I started to topple off the couch.

“For fuck’s sake,” Ash muttered, catching me. “Did I not just tell you to take it easy?”

My gaze swung toward gauzy turquoise curtains rippling in front of open doors and then to the tall male with long, black hair streaked with red who’d walked out. “Nektas.”

I saw his lips curve slightly as he crossed the veranda, ridges of scales visible across his bare shoulders. “Hello, Seraphena.”

Emotion swelled so intensely in my chest upon seeing him in his mortal form that it caught me off guard. Once again, I felt tears crowding my eyes. I had no idea why I was so freaking emotional all the time.

It probably had something to do with me dying.

But Nektas…he had always been kind to me. He’d never held what I had originally planned against me. And he…he’d told me that if I were ever not feeling okay, I could come and talk to him. That we would make sure I got back to being okay together.

“We weren’t arguing,” Ash said, giving up on keeping me prone. He sat up, bringing me with him. I ended up sitting half in his lap and half between his legs.

Nektas lifted a brow.

“We were having a discussion,” Ash tacked on. “Where we disagreed.”

Laughing under his breath, Nektas sat beside us. “You’re both right and wrong.”

I drew back. “You heard us.”

“Anyone near the veranda heard you two.”

“Oh.” My cheeks flushed as I glanced at the swaying curtains.