Denise's POV
His scent hits me before consciousness fully returns. That familiar warmth that once made my heart race, now just brings confusion and pain. Mason. The man who shattered my world with his rejection. What could he possibly want now, when I'm lying here broken and barely holding myself together?
"Please wake up, Denise. Please. Lopez confirmed you're not sedated anymore. You've been unconscious for two full days. I need you to open your eyes."
The desperation in his voice surprises me. I force my eyelids apart and find myself staring into bloodshot eyes filled with worry. The relief that floods his features is almost overwhelming.
"Thank the Moon Goddess," he breathes, lifting my hand to press his lips against my knuckles. "I was terrified I might lose you."
