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“How did you know she wouldn’t kill you when you stepped through the ward?” he asked.
“I didn’t,” I admitted.
His arms dropped to his sides and his eyes widened. “You … didn’t?”
I shook my head and headed towards the kitchen. “I had no idea if she would drain all my blood or eat me, but I felt her desperate need for a cure. A cure which happened to be my blood. So, I just hoped some of my blood would do.”
“How in all the realms did I find a woman like this?” Riddick mumbled to himself, looking up at my ceiling.
“Is your wound okay? Shouldn’t you wash it?” Triston asked, pointing at the cut on my forearm.
It was in need of a wash and bandaging. “I’ll deal with it after I make her food. Rule number one with shifters, have food on hand at all times.”
“I will make food,” Percival said, striding into the kitchen and up to the sink to wash his hands.
“You’ll make food?” I asked. None of my patients had ever offered to make food. Not even Kieran or Branson.
“We all need to eat and you need to bandage your arm. I know how to cook, so I will make the food,” he said with a nod.
“Okay,” I whispered and headed to my room, casting a few uncertain glances back, but Triston walked into the kitchen and started helping as well.
Riddick followed me to my room, and before I could ask what he was doing, he grabbed the supplies necessary to clean and bandage my cut.
It seemed the men needed to feel useful after not being able to protect me. I’d heard this had happened to a friend before, so I let it happen to me.
Riddick was very gentle as he cleaned and bandaged the cut, very methodical.
“You’ve done this before,” I whispered.
He nodded. “Caleb likes to fight.”
“You’re still here,” I commented.
His hand paused, resting on my forearm just below the bandage. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“I suppose the same reason Kieran and Branson are here.” He raised his head and smiled at me. “You intrigue me.”
“Aren’t you needed by the prince?”
He inhaled deeply and leaned closer to me. “Yes.”
Our breath mingled as his face inched closer and closer to mine. “Are you going to kiss me?”
“Yes,” he breathed and pressed his lips to mine, gentle at first, and hungrily the next second. A strong, warm arm wrapped around me, pulling me flush to his body as he licked at my lips, asking me to open to him.
It was the first kiss I’d had in years.
My lips parted and he growled happily, his tongue sliding in to dance with mine, exploring and tasting me.
My hands slid up beneath his shirt, stroking along his warm skin. So warm. I loved that shapeshifters ran hotter than me.
He broke the kiss and exhaled softly. “Sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” I laughed softly and leaned back to look at him.
“I should have asked first before kissing you.”
