Chapter 791

Aiden said nothing. He simply held her tightly, burying his face in the crook of Willow’s neck. Scalding tears soaked through her hospital gown in an instant. This man spoke no words, yet his silence conveyed the depth of his devotion and unwavering resolve. Willow’s heart swelled with a bittersweet tenderness. Just as she was about to speak, a strange sensation tugged at her awareness. Why was her palm damp and sticky? And why did the air carry the faint, metallic tang of blood? Alarmed, she raised her hand to her eyes—and froze at the sight of vivid crimson staining her skin. “Aiden!” she cried out, pushing him back to frantically examine his clothes. “Your injuries—” “It’s nothing,” he murmured, pulling her close again. Inhaling her familiar scent, the storm of rage and despair that had nearly shattered him began to recede. “Just a surface wound.” Willow struck his chest in frustration. “How can you call it ‘just a surface wound’? Do you have any idea how close I came to losing you?