Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 36

Once I'm ready, Delilah lets me know the doctor stopped by and said I could go see Bronx.

As we walk down the hall, I take a deep breath and steady myself for whatever his reaction is going to be to seeing me. She gives my hand a squeeze when we get to the door of his room.

“We will be here waiting.” she murmurs in my ear. I smile and nod as Tyree opens the door to let me in.

Bronx is sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging off the side. He is holding an ice pack up to the side of his face. I don’t know why he is holding it on that side because the side he isn’t covering looks pretty swollen too. His nose was broken but someone reset it so it could heal faster. His eye is swollen, so he’s barely able to open it halfway. Since he doesn't have an eye on the other side. I assume he can't see much of anything.

They must have taken his shirt off for the exam. He is covered in scrapes, cuts. and bruises that Saint is still healing. There are also burn marks covering his wrists and arms.

I thought that maybe when I saw him, that would be when I would feel some remorse. but I don’t. I still feel justified in my actions.

“Come here, Kas,” he holds his hand out to me.

“A-are you mad?” I ask tentatively.

“Not anymore. Please, come here.” he waves his hand, bidding me to come to him.

I step forward and place my hand in his. I feel our comforting sparks as he pulls me toward him until I am leaning against his chest. He takes his arm and wraps it around me, then puts down the ice pack so he can wrap the other one around me, too.

“B-Bronx, I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Marco and James,” I sigh as I hug him back, “I'm not sorry. I would do this again if it meant I would stop you from committing crimes and preventing a war. I would do it again in a heartbeat.”

“I know and I'm proud of you for standing up to me.” he rubs my back slowly and purrs as he speaks in my ear, “You were amazing. I understand now why Saint says I was made for you. No one else could have survived...well... whatever came over you. I don’t know that you could have ever gotten that mad at anyone else.”

“So, you're really not mad?” I ask, trying to gauge if he is being sincere or if he is about to break my neck.

“I'm really not mad. In fact, I'm impressed you could beat me. It was all kind of a blur between the time you dragged me out of Lenora’s office and getting to the training ring. But once I lunged at you that first time, I knew exactly what I was doing. Tyree showed me the video. You did everything perfectly.”

“I am so confused right now.” I chuckle at him as he pulls me onto his lap and nuzzles my cheek.

“Kas, you know now Lex always says you two are a warrior child of the Moon Goddess?”

“Yeah?”

of going to war gave me this weird adrenaline rush. You did what you had to do

what exactly?” I feel my brow furrow in

really stupid.” he pulls away from our hug and gives me a deep kiss, “I love you, Kasm Mason."

obviously love you too, Bronx Mason,” I want to touch his face but every centimeter

me to stay a couple hours to make sure my eye opens up like it's supposed to,

head, not understanding why he wouldn't just ask me

want you to sit here with me.

to have this conversation over food?

think now is the time for me to chew anything,” he nods slowly, rubbing

Tyree offers to escort me back up to the apartment whenever I am ready. Marco will take over the evening shift instead of one of the substitute guards. I offer Musu the suite next to our apartment, so Marco doesn't have to worry about her while

back and relax. I sit on the bed facing him while I chew on my

Bronx's POV

me sit properly, even though I would rather pace the room.

on, I think we

What kind of strategy were you

not to hurt this Tessa woman and promise not to start a war, will you trust me to handle the Santoros?"

sandwich, trying to decide if she can hold me to

you doing, Bronx?” Saint asks suspiciously. I feel him pacing

listening,” Kas says after she

to conquer,” I sigh, trying to come

tilts her

in this case. So, there has been so much going on that I haven't had an opportunity to tell you about the

want?” she asks, taking another bite

in.” I take a deep breath and pray to

Silver Moon while the Santoro’s

you doing, dummy?!” Saint growls in my mind, “You can’t send our mate

want her here when

half eaten sandwich on the plate, brushes her hands together to get the crumbs off, and

I don’t want her

hands together to get the crumbs off, and picks up my milkshake. She holds one finger up indicating she needs me to wait a second. When she is done with the sip, she

backfired. Definitely backfired and