Page 50 of Prey

Now, though it hadn’t exactly healed, itwashealing nicely.

It didn’t open back up during his fight, but I couldn’t imagine it to be feeling comfortable right now.

“It’s fine. It’s not broken, just sore. I think an ice pack on it for a couple of days will do the trick.”

I eyed him dubiously.

He held out one of those little cold compress packs from the kit and handed it to me. “Put this in the freezer for me, will you, baby?”

I nodded and hurriedly did as he asked, returning to the bedroom and sitting next to him on the bed. I silently took in all the small nicks and cuts he had around his body.

Feeling restless, I stood up again and went to the bathroom, grabbed a clean cloth, soaked it in hot water, and returned to him.

I climbed back on the bed and held the cloth up slowly. He watched me as I used it to clean the blood from his face.

We didn’t say anything, and I felt the intensity of his stare on me the whole time.

I only stopped when he wrapped a huge hand around my wrist.

I looked at him.

“You came back for me.”

I shot him a scathing look. “You really expected me to just drive off and leave you there?”

“Most would. Especially if they were in your situation.”

“You mean, held against their will.”

His hand skated up my forearms, stopping when he reached my elbow. “Are you scared of me?”

I should be fucking terrified of him.

Instead, I had been fucking terrifiedforhim for most of the day.

I pulled my hand away. “You should go shower. It would be easier to dress the cuts when you're clean.”

The look he shot me told me he knew I was trying to change the topic.

“Help me.”

I shook my head. “You don’t need my help with this.”

“Are you sure? I could slip and fall, injuring myself even more in that bath. I won’t be able to get up, and you won’t be able to help me up. I’ll have to spend my night there. Are you really willing to do that to me?”

My mouth opened, but no noise came out. He couldn’t be serious.

“You’re guilting me into showering with you?”

He shrugged. “You really think so? I’ll just go by myself then.”

I should have let him. Yet the image of him falling in the bathtub was almost too much to bear, and I found myself calling out before I thought better of it. “Wait.”

He stopped, looking over at me with puppy eyes.

That stupid ass.

I cursed him out under my breath as I moved off the bed and helped him to the bathroom.

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