The fresh air hit me like a slap, burning my skin. My head lolled against his shoulder as my vision blurred again.
"Why?" I managed to whisper. "Why are you helping me?"
Vander’s jaw tightened. "Because you don’t deserve this."
Everything else faded as unconsciousness claimed me.
I woke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and soft sheets beneath my body. My fingers curled into the fabric as I turned my head, squinting against the harsh white lights.
"You’re awake."
The voice was gentle, unfamiliar. I turned to see a healer standing beside me, her hands clasped in front of her. Vander stood behind her, his expression unreadable.
My throat burned, my voice barely a whisper. "Where am I?"
"Skyler Pack Hospital," the healer answered. "You were severely hypothermic when Vander brought you in. Had he waited any longer, you wouldn’t have survived."
A shiver ran down my spine. I had been that close to death?
"You need to rest," the healer continued, then hesitated before adding, "There’s something else."
Something about her tone sent ice through my veins.
"What?" My voice was barely above a whisper.
She exchanged a look with Vander before speaking. "You’re pregnant."