Chapter 12 Charisma Pov

I’m exhausted. Both physically and mentally. I’ve spent the entire night watching over my mate, waiting for the inevitable confrontation between myself and my father. I sit beside my mate, holding his hand and trying not to look at his ruined arm, still feeling immensely guilty. If I hadn’t left him, my mate would be fine right now, but I had left the carriage, and he had gotten injured because of me. Not only that, but he could lose his arm. As the needle pierces my flesh, I see my mate give me an anxious look and I smile at him reassuringly. This is nothing in comparison to what he’s experienced already. The doctor starts the transfusion as my mate lies on the bed, his eyes glancing between me and the IV. “Charisma, what on earth do you think you are doing?” my father’s voice roars across the room, causing my mate to almost bolt to his feet.