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“You’re bleeding.” His eyes darken and latch onto my arm.
I look down at my body and blood drips from my arm where the vine attacked me. Felix sniffs loudly and urges me to run to the bathingroom. He quickly wraps my arm in a towel, his jaw clenched and body rigid. I’m fucking locked in a room with a Keryth while dripping blood everywhere! It has probably ignited his hunger. I am in deep shit because I am not strong enough to fight him off. My blood is not something I give away willingly, so it will end up being a fight to my death if he wants it.
“Don’t come near me,” I warn as he follows me into the smaller space.
“Let me help you,” he says, holding out his hands to me as if I were a wounded animal. “I just want to clean and dress the wound.”
“I’m fine…” I let my attention slip for a second, and he takes advantage by grabbing my injured arm.
“Hold still, this is going to hurt.”
“Ouch!” I try to pull away from him, but he pulls me back with annoying ease.
“Hold still!”
“You’re hurting me!” I roar.
“It wouldn’t hurt if you’d keep still,” he says, pulling me closer.
“It wouldn’t hurt if you hadn’t distracted me when I was face to face with a moving mass of vines!”
“I wouldn’t have distracted you if you weren’t there in the first place!” he throws back in my face. He isn’t wrong, so I clench my jaw and look away from his inspection of my arm. “Come with me to the sink.” I follow him and ignore the empathy in his eyes. Fuck feelings!
“What was that down there?” I ask carefully. Even though I have seen it with my own eyes, I know he won’t be willing to share. I won’t let it go until he is so frustrated that he feels he has no other choice but to tell me.
“I don’t know.”
Lies
“It’s the source of the vines, isn’t it? Where did it come from? How can we stop it? Do you want it stopped?”
He removes the towel and guides my forearm under the warm water, running his hands over it until it’s clean.
“It isn’t deep. You don’t need stitches. Now, get in the bath,” he commands without a second look and leaves the bathingroom, locking the door behind him. I quickly strip and don’t argue with his highhandedness because I am disgusting and need a bath.
I don’t even bother filling the tub; I watch as the water runs the dark red-brown gelatinous substance down the drain. I quickly rub soap all over myself and wash it off.
Fuck! I have nothing to wear. The only thing I have is another large fluffy towel. It does the job of covering me up, but it’s not clothes.
I try to open the door, but it’s still locked. Asshole!I knock and wait to see what happens. Luckily, the prince doesn’t make me wait long before he throws the door open with a stoic expression and an oversized white shirt in his hands.
“Turn your back,” I huff, swiping the shirt from his hands. It swallows me whole. The hem hangs to my knees, and the sleeves dangle past my hands. “This is too big,” I complain.
Felix turns toward me, his dimples appearing and disappearing as he looks me up and down.
“Let me help you.” He grabs the sleeves and rolls them up slowly. Then he pulls a small tub of ointment and a linen bandage out of his pockets. With gentle ease, he covers the scratch with the awful-smelling poultice and wraps my forearm tightly. “After this, you will get into my bed.” My eyes shoot to his, and I try to pull away, but he holds firm and rolls up the other sleeve.
“I will not sleep with you!”
“You will,” he chuckles. “But I only mean to sleep. I apparently can’t trust you to stay in your room.”
“You can’t trust me with anything,” I remind him.
“True. But this way, I can keep an eye on you.” He finishes with my sleeve and points toward the bed. “Get under the covers, Little Thief. I have meetings starting at dawn.”
“The vines?”
“Not now. Bed,” he commands.
