"Hmm, you've been staring at her all day and never once let go of her hands, darling."
Malachi sighed, his head bowed in what might have seemed like resignation. Her hands remained cold no matter how hard he tried to warm them with his god-given powers. He could compel her to sleep, but not will her to open her eyes.
It had been three blood days since he returned home, staying in the winter palace ever since, holding his beloved and begging her to wake. He worried that, with each full blood day passing without response, the consequences of bringing her here might outweigh her hating him for life.
