Chapter 92

Maxwell POV

The need to move forward, to run my fingers through his soft looking hair, is almost painful as the need to be closer to him, to dive into those depths and reassure him I’m unharmed, comes full force.

“Maxwell, please!” he practically begs, eyes fluttering shut as his jaw tenses like he’s in pain. “I just need to make sure you're unscathed. Just let me take care of you for a moment.

Please,” he whispers again, hands trembling on my belly as he shakes his head the smallest amount.

Magic swirls around us, and I feel a blessed warmth curl in my chest that I hope stays around since I’m currently freezing my tits off here.

“Fine. But can we find somewhere warmer? I’m freezing, and I’m worried about how much you're shaking,” I point out, wanting him to physically evaluate himself since all he seems to be doing is making sure I’m okay.

I mean, sure, I have a raging headache, and my hand is sore from falling and cutting it open during my frantic escape to the church, but beside