Chapter 7.

Marissa POV.

Once Lucy and I cleaned Robert’s wounds, we stitched him up before placing a clean shirt on him. Lucy then took her leave, knowing that I needed to rest after coming off the night shift.

Sitting opposite Robert as he sleeps on my sofa, I stare at him. Where has he been? How did he find me? Why did he come to me if he was mated? All these questions swirl in my mind. But do I want to know? Lost in my thoughts, a groan comes from the sofa when I see his eyebrows furrow.

Standing, I move towards the sofa, placing a hand on his forehead. He suddenly grabs my wrist. I gasp at the static feeling from his touch. His beautiful silver grey eyes pierce into my very soul.

“My Regina? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for this.” A look of guilt and sadness flashes across his face.

“Please don’t call me that. I’m Marissa.” I want to play it cool as if I was unaffected and he seems to be surprised by my cold and distant manner.

“Marissa, I know you will have lots of questions after all these ye