Percy's POV
Having Henderson's love flowing through our bond makes every step feel weightless, even though we cannot yet complete our physical connection due to her fragile state.
After our intimate shower together, exhaustion claimed her once more. I guided her back to our bed, drawing the covers tenderly over her recovering form.
"Ezekiel can come up if you want to see him before he leaves," I offered, smoothing the blanket around her shoulders. "And your mother is waiting downstairs whenever you feel ready for visitors."
"I'll send Ezekiel a message. He'll understand my situation." Her voice carried that familiar warmth that never failed to stir something deep in my chest. "Please tell them both I'm hoping we can meet again soon."
I pressed my lips against her forehead, breathing in her scent, when knocking echoed from our door.
"Your breakfast has arrived," I murmured, moving toward the entrance.
