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“What’s wrong?” I ask, planting my hands on my hips.
He shakes his head. “N-nothing.”
Then, he swoops me back up, and I have to hold back a shriek of surprise. He carries me easily back to camp where I hear the crackle of the fire, the low voices of the men, and the scent of something cooking. When we come crunching through the foliage, all eyes turn to us, and the conversation dies.
Prince Forrest takes me near the fire, where I wiggle until he puts me down.
Jaws are dropped in all directions.
“What?” I ask, frowning at them. No one speaks for a painfully long minute, so I throw my hands up. “What? You guys think you look like all that and a bag of dicks?”
Prince Cobar is the first to laugh, shaking his head, and then the others join in, even Frost.
“A bag of dicks?” Prince Cobar asks, grinning. Then, his gaze moves to my leg and falls away. “That mark around your ankle looks bad. Come here, I can heal it the best I can.”
Relief rushes through me. “Healing would be great.”
He’s sitting on a log by the fire, but there’s nowhere for me to sit. Powerful fae can do a little healing through touch, but they mostly need potions to do anything more than that, so I have a feeling how this will go and just decide to roll with it. Deciding not to have an awkward moment where he asks me to climb in his lap, I just do it, slipping onto him before he can ask.
Prince Cobar is tense for a long minute before I chance a glance up at him. He looks… shocked to say the least, but then he relaxes, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer. This time, a little sound of surprise does leave my lips.
His big blue eyes widen. “Did I hurt you? Gods, I didn’t mean to!”
I shake my head. “I’m good, big boy. Just hit me with your healing juice!”Uh, wrong word choice.
Chancing a glance at the others, I know I’ve screwed up. Zane looks surprised and envious. Forrest looks jealous, and Sulien is staring hard, like he could burn a hole through us just with his gaze.
I glance back at Cobar. “Uh, so?”
He swallows. Hard. “I can hit you with… all the healingjuiceyou need.”
My cheeks burn. “Give it to me.”Uh, shit.
He lowers his voice. “Cassia… do you want to be healed or do you want to be–?”
“Healed!” I practically shout before he can finish.
He groans, but nods. “I need your leg.”
“Maybe I should heal her,” Zane offers, his tone measured, but the envy hasn’t left his gaze.
“I’m good,” Cobar says, his gaze fixed on my leg.
I shift in his lap, and he makes a gasping sound, then I stretch out my leg at a weird angle to make it easier for him to do his thing. I use my other foot to help kick off my boots, so he can see all the damage and do what he can, but it’s hard not to look at the mark and frown. It’s an ugly thing.
But when I look up at Cobar, he’s staring, and not at all in a “I’m so concerned and want to fix that ugly wound.” Nope, he’s staring in a, “I’m going to spin you around and fuck you hard between those long legs of yours,” kind of way.
My face is going to light on fire.
“Cobar, for the love of god, fix her or I will,” Forrest demands.
That seems to snap Cobar out of whatever dirty place he’d gone. He reaches for my leg, hand trembling.
“Will this hurt?” I ask.
All eyes are on me.
Zane’s voice is gentle when he asks. “Have you never been healed by a fae before?”
