Chapter 35. The Charter

Wyatt’s POV

Darcy went back into surgery at 10:40 on Wednesday night. A small bleed, they said. A vessel they’d missed. They found it and fixed it in under an hour.

I sat in the waiting room with Tessa and Mrs. Fallon until the surgeon came out at 1:15 and said, “She’s going to be fine.” Then I drove Tessa back to the hotel, because Mrs. Fallon physically pushed her out the door, and I slept in the armchair by the window with my jacket over me while Tessa slept in the big bed in my shirt.

Neither of us said anything about what happened before the knock. We didn’t have to.

At 7 a.m., she was still asleep, curled on her side with one hand under her cheek. I left a note on the hotel stationery. Gone to Boston for a family thing. Darcy’s mom says call her when you wake up. Eat something. —B.

I stood in the doorway and looked at her for a minute before I left.

My wolf didn’t want to go. He sat down in the middle of my chest like a