“A day.”
“Have you slept?”
“I’m fine.”
Which meant no, she hadn’t, and it also explained the dark shadows under her eyes.
“Lexi—”
“I’m okay. I took a shower, and that was enough to keep me awake.”
“You should have slept.”
“I shouldn’t have taken a shower, but—” She shrugged. “—I needed one.”
“Lexi,” he whispered.
Her eyes darted to his before she looked guiltily away. He grasped her hand resting on the mattress and rubbed it with his thumb.
“You pulled me off that field; you deserve a shower,” he told her. “You deserve far more than that.”
“I shouldn’t have left you alone.”
She was far too stubborn for her own good. “Have you eaten?”
“Niall had some food and coffee brought up to me.”
“Where is Niall?”
“In the hallway. I thought it was better if he stayed out there.”
“You can trust him.”
“So you said, but I’m not trusting anyone else with your life.” She lifted a bottle from the bedside table and carefully climbed onto the mattress. “I was so worried.” She uncapped the bottle and held it to his lips. “I returned as fast as I could to the manor and gathered some of Sahira’s healing potions. Drink.”
He smiled as he obeyed her command and swallowed the sweet-tasting liquid. When he finished, she set the empty bottle on the nightstand and turned back to him. Her hands were tender as they ran over his face.
Sensing her continued anxiety, he clasped her hands and pulled them away. He kissed the backs of her knuckles before placing her hands in his lap.
“I’m fine,” he assured her.
“You had a swordthroughyourheart.”
“But fae metal can’t kill a werewolf.”
Tears shimmered in her eyes.
“Lexi,” he murmured.
A single tear slid down her cheek.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered as he brushed the tear away with his thumb.
He hated that tear. It tore into his heart more than the sword had.
“I’m not,” she sniffled before thrusting her shoulders back. “Let’s check your bandages.”
He didn’t say a word as she started to remove the wrappings. He studied her lovely face with its sun-kissed skin and smattering of freckles dotting the bridge of her nose. She’d twisted her deep auburn hair into a knot that rested against her slender nape.
