Chapter 58

Paxton

I don’t know when I woke up. My world went from dark and blurry, just the faint beating of my mate and the pain that we all shared to the barest of light. A warm hand gripped mine, big wet tears soaking it.

“Paxton,” she sobbed.

I forced my eyes open. Erina sat at my bedside, her ribs bandaged, her face with gauze wrapped around all the cuts and bruises Eagon had delivered. And yet, she sat there with her palm in my hand, crying for me.

“Lord Paxton,” my loyal guard bowed his head to me. Upon closer inspection, this was the one I’d shared that moment with Erina. I’d have to investigate if he had anything at all to do with her capture, if so, his death would be a lesson to all of my new subjects. “All of Eagon’s supporters have been thrown in prison, any that refused to support you and your rightful claim.” He coughed into his hand, glancing over at Erina.

I couldn’t allow that little daydream to continue. “Why aren’t they dead? If they re