Morningside Cuesta ii. nine lives

Grayday blinked back at her, guilt punching a hole through his chest. “I kicked her?” he repeated, aghast. “Is she okay? I normally wake up if I move. Damn it - ” His eyes were glued to Lavender’s tiny form. “I’m so sorry, ‘Rushi.”

Shaken, the male turned his gaze back to his mate, waiting to hear the verdict. It couldn’t have been hard, could it? Had he really hurt her? Would she be okay?

He felt like crawling into a hole. Already, he’d woken feeling guilty about how badly he’d failed Adeline, and now this. What was wrong with him?