Chapter 349 – Aftermath

Cora

It’s hours, hours later when I finally have a moment to step back and breathe. And when I do, I feel my head spin and stumble back a step or two. Roger is there, instantly, his hand on my back.

“Cora,” he says, pulling me closer to him, tilting up my face so that he can study me. “Are you all right? You’re – ”

“I’m fine,” I mutter, frustrated, trying to push away and get back to work. I have a moment to breathe, but honestly there’s so much more that – needs to be done for these men –

“No,” Roger says, stubborn. “You’re pushing yourself too far – you’re pregnant, Cora -”

“Roger,” I sigh, turning to glare at him in earnest now and putting a hand on his chest. “This cannot be the refrain that I hear for the next nine – or six or however many months, all right? I am not going to stop doing my job-stop healing people – just because I’m pregnant.”

I hear Roger begin to growl in protest but I lock my teeth together, staring up at him, hard. And, slowly, I see him start to relent, to remember the person who he chose as his mate.

“This is my life, Roger,” I whisper, ” my identity. I’m a doctor – I made an oath! I’m going to help them.”

he replies, taking a step back.

look around the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before I’m totally exhausted. I

exhaustion now?” he asks, looking me over from top to bottom, his eyes pausing

off – but there’s still so much that these men need. Honestly the extent of the burns that they came in with some of them down to the bone – I

when I look up at him again I

can check in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little sorry as I see that it’s hard for

him. I want him to have the full fatherhood experience, with all of its blessings. And it breaks my heart that my body – my humanness has taken

forward to press his lips against my forehead.

turn to him fully, peering at some of the red skin

he murmurs, his voice not much more than a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt us like this had its

unwrap the bandage on one and he hisses at the pain of it. I get a brief glimpse of the skin below before I wrap him back up.

for me. As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of my face,

which she happily accepts. “How is Sinclair?” I ask, looking to the corner of the room where her mate naps lightly, Rafe secure in his arms

think he’s all right,” Ella replies when she pulls away from me. “More his pride hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she

a missed opportunity,” Roger murmurs, shaking his head. “And he burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so we don’t have much information from

rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who are conscious and willing to report what they heard and saw. “He’s

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