Rowan's arms were still wrapped securely around Delaney's waist. He felt incredibly weak from the sudden burst of adrenaline and the lingering pain of his injuries, but his heart had never felt stronger.
Delaney noticed the slight tremor in his strong frame. She knew he was fighting a losing battle against his physical exhaustion.
"You need to rest," Delaney whispered softly against his shoulder. She gently pulled back from his embrace. "You have used most of you strength, Rowan. The doctor will be furious with both of us if you collapse."
Rowan let out a low, reluctant groan. He did not want to let her go. He felt that if he released his grip, she might vanish into the shadows again.
"I am fine," Rowan lied stubbornly, his eyes trying to maintain a fierce, commanding look.
"You are not fine," Delaney scolded him gently, her hazel eyes dancing with a mixture of fond amusement and deep concern. "You are pale, and you are swaying."
