Things were getting heated in the royal city. Tristan had mind-linked me the details and I knew that they would have to attend court for questioning later that day.

I leaned over Gabriel to check his condition and then sighed heavily, sitting down in the chair beside his bed.

“My love, things are getting difficult for Jane and Tristan at the capitol. Try to wake up soon. They might need you,” I sighed again.

I gripped his hand in mine and held it for a good long while. He gripped back by reflex but made no other movements. I pressed my cheek against the back of his hand. He shouldn’t be asleep much longer, I knew, but I worried it might be too late.

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Tristan refused to allow me to transport Gabriel to the royal city. He said it was far too dangerous with Gabriel in a defenseless state. I knew this was true, but I also suspected Gabriel wouldn’t have wanted to stay in a bunker when Jane and Tristan were in trouble, regardless of his state of awareness.

Still, I wouldn’t argue with my Alpha. He was making this decision out of love, and I understood that all too well.

If they were imprisoned or otherwise punished mildly then such a decision could be reversed once Gabriel awakened. But execution was the punishment that could not be corrected. This was my greatest fear, however unlikely.

I could only wait and pray to the goddesses that they would speed his recovery along and keep our Alpha and Luna safe.