Torben’s not immune, either. He notices me just as I notice him.
Who’s all high and mighty now?
“If you won’t, I’ll do it myself. But you have a better angle that won’t cause further injury.” He speaks the words slowly, like I need help understanding his logic.
Which is rather good logic…
“And if you bleed out?” I question, because it’s a very real possibility.
“I won’t.”
I shake my head, but what choice do I have?
With an angry sigh, my fingers close around the hilt and the ice stings my palms.
“On three,” I whisper to him.
His response is simply a brooding look he tosses at me from over his shoulder.
I roll my eyes at the asshole.
“One,” I say slowly, and his shoulders stiffen. “Two.” I eye him closely as he tenses hard.
Then I yank the damn sword out of his back.
“You said three!” he groans.
“I lied.”
Torben’s shoulders hunch, and I know he’s stifling a grunt of pain that tries to escape up his throat. The wound is raw and red. Blood seeps to coat his skin, dripping down his taut muscles to splatter on the ground.
It doesn’t look good, and every fear I had comes swarming back.
My hands shake, and I drop the sword. It shatters into a thousand shards of sharp ice, but I don’t spare it another glance. The power inside of me rises again, the force of it stealing my breath as my wolf’s howl deafens my ears from the inside out
On instinct, I cover his injury. The bloody wound spans the entire length of my hand, from fingertip to the edge of my palm. Warm magic surges from me into Torben’s body without a conscious thought.
A string of curses I don’t recognize flow off his tongue as his skin knits together and his body heals before my very wide, extremely surprised eyes.
Without any warning, Torben tenses and jerks as my magic crescendos, and the sexiest moan leaves his lips. The deep, rich timbre of it shivers down my spine and settles low in my belly. My breasts always feel heavier when I’m turned on, and the weight of them feels like it intensifies as my nipples pebble tighter. Thighs squeezing together, I let my fingers trail down his back in a light, exploring caress.
Questions bombard me, daring to ask what the fuck I’m doing, but I shut them down. I don’t want to question this. Not right now. Maybe not ever.
Is it really so unbelievable that I’d be attracted to a man who could have walked straight out of an Avengers movie? This is the most explainable part of my entire unexplainable day.
With my fingers tracing back up over the newly healed skin, I try to find any sign of his previous injury, but it’s entirely gone, not a scar in sight.
Holy shit.Idid that. Mypowerdid that.
Torben trembles beneath my touch, a breathy groan shaking his frame.
Air heaves into his lungs before he turns with an accusatory glare darkening his eyes until I can barely see the jade I know is in there somewhere.
Feet scraping against the hard, frozen floor, I back up a step.
His tone is as dark, threatening, and deadly as an impending storm. “What the fuck did you just do to me?”
Chapter Twelve
