Page 127 of Wolf Cursed
Best to keep the mystery alive and all that.
His lips twitched knowingly.
“The shower is through there,” he said, pointing toward an adjoining bathroom. “Get cleaned up, and I’ll leave you some clothes to borrow.”
He started for the door.
I sat up quickly, still clutching the sheet to my chest. “Where are you going?” I asked, suddenly uncertain about having him venture too far from me.
He returned and sat on the edge of the bed, facing me. With a gentle hand, he reached out and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m going to make us some food, but I’ll be close enough to hear you call me if you need anything.”
I let out a shaky breath, feeling silly. “Okay.”
“I know you have a lot of questions, but let’s eat, and then I promise to answer them all. Sound good?”
My stomach growled again.
Kai laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss that stirred me in other ways. “Hurry up, little wolf. I want to get past the questions and on to dessert if you know what I mean.”
I grinned. “Dessert’s my favorite.”
He left, and I padded across the room to the shower. The hot water and pine-scented body wash were a balm to my senses. The mud and dirt and blood washed away, leaving me feeling much more human by the time I was finished.
Except I wasn’t human.
Not entirely.
When I was clean and dry again, I inspected the bite on my leg. The skin had already scabbed over, making the wound look days old rather than hours. I marveled at how quickly my body was healing.
A perk of being a wolf, I supposed.
It was one of the questions I intended to ask Kai.
In the bedroom, I slipped into the sweatpants and tee Kai had left out. They both smelled like him, which was a comfort, considering all the questions swirling in my mind right now. My wolf felt the most settled when she sensed Kai nearby.
Following the sounds of cookware and the smell of bacon, I walked into the kitchen. Kai looked up from the bar where he’d just plated a few pieces of bacon next to a pile of scrambled eggs.
“This smells delicious,” I said.
“I hope so. I’m not much in the kitchen.”
“Lucky for you, I’m a great cook,” I said, and then my cheeks heated at how presumptuous that sounded. But Kai leaned over and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Damn right I’m lucky,” he said and my embarrassment settled. “Here. All yours.” He grabbed a fork and set it on the plate before me. Then he motioned to the bar stool. “Sit.”
Manners might have dictated I wait for his food to be finished, but my gnawing hunger won out, and I dug in, scarfing the food. Kai offered me a second helping of each and then joined me with enough food on his own plate that I couldn’t possibly be embarrassed by my own portions.
When I could think past the hunger, I set my fork down and sighed in contentment. “That was amazing,” I said. “Where’d you learn to cook?”
“My dad passed down his one-meal cooking repertoire to me, I guess. Don’t get excited. Breakfast is the only meal I can cook without burning,” he warned.
“Noted,” I said, leaning down to scratch at the scab on my leg.
Kai frowned. “Can I take a look?”
I pulled my pant leg up and showed him the wound. He inspected it closely, running gentle fingers over it and leaving goosebumps on my skin.
“Already healing nicely,” he said. “It’ll be good as new by tomorrow.”
