Page 101 of Taken By the Vicious Highlander
“Are ye hurt?” she stood up quickly, too quickly.
He grinned as she powered through the first couple of wobbly steps to close the distance between them, her hand outstretched. Eyes searching his body, her hand lifted his arm and his forearm warmed to her touch.
Of all the blood on me tunic, she finds the spot where I’m injured?
“How did ye ken?” he asked, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
She looked up at him incredulously. “Yer tunic is ripped only here.” She lifted the flimsy fabric with two fingers and then dropped it, rolling her eyes.
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Did ye just roll yer eyes at me?”
“So, what if I did? It’s nae like ye deserve much more than that,” she scoffed, tugging the tunic over his head and throwing it into the fire roaring in the hearth.
“Oi! What th?—”
“Sit,” Lilith demanded, pointing at the couch next to her.
Damon huffed amusedly through his nose and strode around her obligingly. “Are ye goin’ to treat me wound yerself?”
“Nay, but if ye came through the Great Hall, Smith must have seen ye. Which means Mrs. Bryant should be here in three, two…” The rapping at the door coaxed a smile from her, and she defiantly raised an eyebrow at him. “One.”
I could kiss the venom off those lips right now.
“Enter,” Damon ordered with icy smooth resolve, his eyes never leaving her perfectly plump lips as the heavy door swung open.
Mrs. Bryant clicked her tongue before getting right to work.
Damon’s eyes tracked Lilith as she started pacing around the study, every now and then stopping to glance over the healer’s shoulder to check her handiwork, before resuming her pacing.
Something’s on her mind… still. The letter!
“Lass, do ye wish to speak to me?” Damon asked.
Her eyes flicked to him, and a flush of embarrassment crept up her cheeks.
A low, gravelly laugh escaped his lips.
Mrs. Bryant, still busy suturing his wound, remained silent.
“Nay, just watchin’,” Lilith said with a furrowed brow.
Damon knew that look all too well.
Ye’re embarrassin’ me!
But he could have cared less.
“What mistake did I make? We didnae get that far ahead in our conversation earlier.” He lifted his arm.
Mrs. Bryant made to smack him for moving but then thought better of it and just waited for him to lower his arm.
“Stop movin’!” Lilith snapped.
Mrs. Bryant’s answering hum made him chuckle under his breath.
“As ye were sayin’, lass. What was the mistake?”
“I cannae remember now. Ye’re distractin’ me with all of the…”
