Days had passed with Grace sat beside Sawyer’s unconscious body. In the chaotic aftermath of the battle, they’d rushed him to the clinic, and he’d remained there since under her watchful eye. She hadn’t moved, had barely eaten the food they had brought for her. Finally, Dahlia insisted that she have a wash and change her clothes. Grace had attempted to protest but her friend had promised to mind link her of any change and made several rude comments concerning her smell, so reluctantly, she had rushed to her room. A recognisable clink of ice in a glass came from behind her as she finished buttoning up her shirt and she turned to find Forrest in the open doorway, two short glasses in his hands.“You need a drink,” he said softly.
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