“I can scent your blood.” I sighed.
“Let’s just go back home and it will straighten itself out. How many flags?” I asked. Finlay was just staring at me, so I turned to look at Sam. He was frowning.
“Ninety seven plus our five,” Sam told me.
“Nice. Good work everyone,” I said. No one said anything.
“Good try,” Matilda told me as we all walked back towards the buses. I did my best to hide my limp.
Chapter 46
Finlay
Istood outside Amie’s bedroom, waiting for the healer to finish his examination.
“She will be fine, she said it was just a scratch,” my aunt said and patted my arm. I huffed. I was doing my best not to be a jerk and go on a tantrum about how Amie shouldn’t have been hurt in the first place if she had stayed by me. The fact was, she and Ramses had done an amazing job and I didn’t want to take that away from either of them. At the same time, I was struggling with my need to keep her safe. Hugo came walking out of Amie’s room and I looked at him.
“She is fine. A small injury, it will heal in a day or two. I would recommend she use a healing salve on it. But she said she didn’t need it,” he told me. I held out my hand towards him. He looked at it for a moment, then fished a small jar out of his bag and placed it in my hand.
“Thank you,” I said. When I knocked on the door to the room, I heard my aunt giggle and walk downstairs with Hugo.
“Yes?” Amie called. I took it as her inviting me in and opened the door. She smiled as I walked in. “All cleared,” she said.
“Liar. Hugo said you would be healed in a couple of days, and you turned down this,” I told her, holding up the jar. She rolled her eyes.
“Because I don’t need it. It’s just a scratch.”
“Show me and I will put this thing on. Then I won’t say anything about it,” I told her.
“Is this a way for you to look at my ass?” she asked. I had to laugh.
“Dream on, Red. Now drop your pants,” I said. I read the instructions on the jar. “Looks like this thing needs to air dry until it’s not sticky. Looks like your ass will be out for a while. Pants down, on the bed on your stomach and stop rolling your eyes.”
“I have my back turned. You don’t know if I roll my eyes,” she told me.
“I can hear it from here,” I said. She giggled and the sound relaxed me. That was until she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. I had seen Amie naked countless times. Shifters strip before shifting as it’s uncomfortable to shift through our clothes. As such, we were used to being naked around each other. As a result, it was polite to not look. So even if I was used to her nakedness, I had done my best not to look. This was different. As she took her pants off and lay on her stomach on the bed, all I could do was to look at her long, shapely legs and round ass. How could her skin be so pale and so perfect? Except for the four red scratches along her right hip, coming down over her perfect ass. I had to swallow to hold my growl back.
“Well?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. She had folded her arms under her head and her hair was an unruly mess.
“Right,” I said.
“Are you okay? I can always ask someone else,” she offered.
“No need.” Like I was going to let anyone else see her like this? That was not going to happen. “Scoot over a little so I can sit onthe edge.” She moved over a little and I sat down. It took all my self constraint to focus on smearing the translucent salve with a strong floral scent onto the wounds. Amie flinched a little and I wanted to kill the wolf who had caused her the pain. When I was done, I went to her bathroom and washed my hands. She was still on her stomach when I got back. I lay down on the bed next to her, on my back. “How does it feel?” I asked.
“Nice, it’s a little cold, but that feels good,” she told me. “Thank you.”
“You are too stubborn for your own good sometimes,” I said.
“I know.” I smiled. After a while I ran a finger over her naked skin.
“Finn?” she asked.
“Just checking if it’s dry,” I said.
“Right.” Our eyes met and I could feel the air vibrating between us.
‘Guys?’ Sam mindlinked us, and I had never wanted to kill my friend as much as I did in that moment.
