It wasn't until midday that Jaime woke up again.

"Hola," I said. "Do you speak English?"

He was still laying on the bed on his back with no shirt so that I could fully see the wound. It looked to be healing perfectly and he didn't look quite as deathly white as he did the day before.

He nodded, "A little."

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Weak," he replied with a frustrated groan. "And heavy."

"It will be days before your body has recovered from the blood loss. I'm sure Andrea will let you rest here until then and I will keep an eye on the wound. The sanitation was far from desirably last night and I need to make sure it doesn't get infected."

"Why are you helping?" he asked suddenly turning to me.

His eyes were an olive green and they stared directly into mine with a totally serious face.

"What?" I asked.

His eyes glanced to the doorway momentarily before looking back at me.

"You know that we are fighting against your mate, right?" he added in a hushed tone. "Last night we weren't but the ultimate goal is to bring him down."

I felt my heart sink into my chest/

"You would have died," was all I could say. "I can't let people just die."

I then turned on my heel, feeling a tear fighting to escape. All I could think to do was march out to the garden but Andrea met me in the corridor and grabbed my shoulders.

"Where are you going?" he asked. "What's up?"

"Nothing," I said. "Just let me go."

"And how's the patient?" he added.

"Fine," I replied trying to get out of his grip. "You need to employ a doctor or set up a hospital or something.copy right hot novel pub