“This is healing very quickly.” “That happens with me sometimes,” I breathed, but Kane was lost in his own thoughts. “I thought”—his voice cracked, and my heart stumbled over a beat—“I’d lost you. I couldn’t eat. Sleep. Move.” A sad smile tugged at his lips. “Shave.” He considered me with something akin to awe. “I did not want to live in a world without you in it.”
