CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - The Fever Andrew's POV "She smells like you," Logan mumbled. "She does," I smiled, running my fingers through her hair. "I don't like it," he frowned, "But I would have her smell like you forever if it meant she would live." "She will," I said quietly, "She is not dying." I caressed her cheek and kissed her hand. "The doctor says you can hear us, Emma," I said, "I need you to know how sorry I am. I was a complete idiot. I didn't believe you, and you were telling me the truth. It is my fault this happened to you. I hope you can forgive me. You are all I have in this world, and I don't know what I would do if you left me. I love you, Em. Please don't leave me." I never moved my gaze away from her face. Oh, Goddess, how I wished that she would open her eyes. But there was nothing. She was completely still. I placed her hand on my cheek, needing to feel her touch. "I was a terrible mate," Logan sighed, "I rejected you without giving you a chance. And I wa