"I can do it myself; you don't have to assist me," she murmured after drinking the precious liquid that moistened her throat.

"It doesn't bother me to assist you; you're still weak; you need to rest."

Before she could argue again, the door suddenly opened, and a clone of the man in bed entered the room.

Only his black hair was longer, almost to the shoulders. Instead of looking sexy, serious, and confident, he looked sexy, wild, and seductive.

She mentally corrected; these were the hottest men she had ever seen.

"Little one, you had us worried; thank God you woke up," he strode over with his nearly two meters and sat on the bed right next to them.

Too close!

And if Rose already felt intimidated by the man she woke up with, her discomfort was evident now that she seemed to be the lettuce in the sandwich.

"Niall, calm down; remember what we talked about," Maell warned him as he felt her tense up.

"Hello, beautiful. My name is Niall, and that iceberg behind you is Maell. I'm sure he hasn