Page 63 of Bound
Chapter 23
Amoret
Nisha kneels at my feet. Her slim fingers press the final bandage over my skin and she sits back on her heels. “Not my cleanest job,” she mutters.
“She looks like a mummy, kitten,” Caine teases from his place near the bathroom wall.
The tops of Nisha’s cheeks pinken. “Seriously? I’ll kick your ass and Horan will help,” she warns.
“I would. Yes.” Horan’s easy response is mild from his place near the main door. Where he has been since setting me down on the bed. Though there is no teasing in his expression, I have a feeling this is a common theme between them all.
Caine pouts and the effect is sinful yet cute. Which is an odd combination considering what he is. “You wound me. Both of you.”
“I have not wounded you yet,” Horan tells him, one broad hand reaching for the hilt of his broadsword. Caine blows him a kiss, and the bigger man glowers.
Nisha ignores them both, her sea-green eyes tracking over my arms now. “That it?”
I nod. “Yes. Thank you.”
She waves away my words as she picks up trash and drops it in the wastebasket from the bathroom. “I doctor small wounds for a living.” At my confused glance, she smiles. “Firefighter.”
Oh.
I appraise her lean muscle in a new light. “Then you are a hero to the human kind.”
Her blush grows darker. “I don’t know if I would go that far,” she grumbles.
Caine chuckles behind his hand just out of her line of sight. “She does not like to think of herself in such a manner, but yes. She is rather revered.”
Nisha glowers over her shoulder at him. “Caine. Shut it.”
Somber now, his crimson eyes gleam under the fall of his tousled dark hair. “I speak only the truth, kitten.”
She turns back toward me and ducks her head, but I catch the soft smile that tugs at her mouth.
It’s affectionate, tender.
“Not to pry,” I whisper as soft as I can. “But I thought you and Tanner are—”
Her head whips up, surprise coloring her expression. “We are. Why?” My eyes dip to Caine and she lets out a small laugh. “Oh. Caine, can you give us a second?”
Though the demon appears curious, he walks to the door where Horan waits.
Nisha turns back to me, her grin still in place. “I had my first heat a few weeks ago. He and Tanner were my bed mates. He’s my friend, and a lover if I ever want to dabble again. But Tanner is more than enough for me.”
My eyes dart to the lean back of the demon. “You—”
She raises a brow. “Something wrong with that?”
I clamp my mouth closed. How to word this without hurting her?
“I have never—” I cut myself off. “And you have been with two? At one time?”
The darker hue of her lips forms an ‘o’. “Never?” she breathes.
I shake my head.
She drops onto her rear on the rug, her forearms resting over her knees as she appraises me. “Damn,” she mumbles. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
