He walked to the other side of the bed, laying down beside her. She reached out her hand once more. He took it gently, pressing a soft kiss to her fingertips, and placed it against his chest. “Your heart is racing,” she said around another grimace. “Please let Beatrix help you sleep again.” She turned her head, looking into his eyes. He could hear the question in them. Are you back? “You brought me back, Love. Now rest,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You will stay?” she asked cautiously, suspicion etching along her features. “Always,” he whispered, running his nose down the
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