“You know what Cyrus said!”The blond reminded them.
“What did Cyrus say?”I asked.
“Ask him!”
I frowned.“That would require getting up again, and I don’t feel like it.And last time I checked, he wasn’t my boss.”
“Well, he is ours!”
“He just said not to trouble her while she’s recovering,” Jace pointed out.“But she’s up now—”
“Doesthatlook recovered to you?”Noah asked savagely, gesturing at me.
There were no mirrors in sight, but I’d glimpsed myself this morning when Cyrus was hauling me out of the bedroom and didn’t need them.My hair was a tragic snarl, my color was as non-existent as possible for someone with olive skin, and my collarbones could have cut someone.So I couldn’t really argue.
“Guess I should have put on some makeup,” I joked.
Annnnd yet another attempt to cut the tension fell flat.
“I saw your guts,” Noah seethed, leaning forward to try to get in my face, although he could barely move.“On thefloor.You were in a puddle of blood so big, I thought you didn’t have any left in your body.You were ripped open, and you weren’t moving!”
I blinked at him.“I’m moving now,” I pointed out, because I wasn’t sure what was appropriate here.
“Yeah!”he said, only it didn’t sound happy.“Yeah!”
He flopped back against the couch, panting and glaring at me.I suddenly wished I’d brought Cyrus along, because he was better at this sort of thing than I was.And the lame ass breakfast I’d been allowed wasn’t lending me any strength.
“Do you have any ham?”I asked after a minute.
Noah blew out a breath of air in what might have been a laugh if not for his expression.“What?”
“Or roast beef, or chicken, or a hot dog?I’ve been on cream of wheat and plain yogurt for days, and I’m about to lose my shit.”
The boys exchanged glances again.
“Cyrus is cooking pulled pork for lunch,” Andy said doubtfully.
“Which I won’t get any of.I’ll be dining on a lovely bowl of broth with maybe some Jello afterwards, if I’m good.”
“Well, yeah, ‘cause the Corps doctor said—”
“The Corps’ docs don’t know shit about Were diets.”
“But the healer Cyrus brought in does,” Noah said savagely.“And she agreed—”
“That was days ago—”
“—so you can damned well stay on the regimen until you’re cleared!”
“Here,” Jace said, handing me something out of the fridge that smelled heavenly.Maybe because it was half of a roast beef sandwich with red peppers and potato chips on top of the meat.The juices had made the chips a bit soggy, but I didn’t mind.
“What the fuck are you doing?”Noah yelled and tried to knock it out of his hand.
“Giving my Lupa what she wants,” Jace said, easily evading him.
“That has hard-to-digest meat and fried chips,” Noah began, before breaking off because I’d just inhaled it in three massive gulps.
Oh, God, that was good!
