Noah's POV
I lied.
I didn't set all this up just because I was depressed.
I mean, I was, don't get me wrong. I was. Hearing him scream, watching him collapse, then sitting beside his sleeping body for hours unsure if he'd ever wake up—of course I felt horrible. Of course I was a wreck.
But that wasn't the whole story.
Ravenna had told me that the spell had successfully taken to his body. She assured me he'd wake up so I didn't have to be so sad.
But it was right around then that my alarm went off, reminding me to take my Vir.
Here's the beeping that had become part of my routine for over a month now and I just stared at it. I stared at my implant and thought about how much I hated it. Hated the numbness. The silence.
The fact that my mate has been in so much distress and all I could feel was grief that felt half-spun, like it was lacking it's other half.
Then the DPA sent me a text reminder.
