I snapped, my fist arching out and smashing across his jaw. Sinclair’s head jerked back, crimson dripping down his lip.
The second time I’ve made someone I care for bleed today.
What was I thinking?
Panic gripped me to the point that I couldn’t avoid Sinclair’s fist. My lip burst into agony. A copper taste coated my tongue.
“We can finish this discussion later.” The stiff words spilled out of me.
Kyan watched, disapprovingly shaking his head.
“What if we keep her?” His voice was hard and sudden.
I froze, my body jolting like I’d been electrocuted.
I couldn’t breathe. Four seconds . . . seven . . . I started backing up without saying a word.
“After I clean off, I’m going to get the supps.” I didn’t bother looking at them as I retreated—a coward.
Once I returned with the suppressants, there wouldn’t be a need for them again; she would be gone.
Nausea turned my stomach, but I gritted my teeth.
Shehadto be gone soon.
Chapter 18
They’d run off like their asses were on fire. I couldn’t believe it. Water pelted the top of my head and traveled down my body, taking the soap with it until I was nice and clean. I turned the spout to shut it off, then reached past the heavy black curtain to grab one of the neatly folded towels on the shelf above the toilet.
I’d never seen them so . . . off-kilter.
As much as they tried for nonchalance, I could taste their anxiety.
They wererunning.
And it filled me with so much power. I felt drunk with it.
After making quick work of drying myself off and scrunching my hair with the towel, I wrapped it around my midsection and tucked it around my body. A very small part of me hated that I no longer had Alpha scent all over me.
That was the very reason why it was so important for me to shower. I was softening—crumbling like a poorly constructed tower.
I shuffled out, my slippers loud against the floor. Sinclair lay back on the couch pillows, his body limp and sinewy, like he was boneless. A clear box with a notable red cross sat beside him.
The same thought that crossed my mind when he first tended to my stitches returned. He didn’t seem the type to be so good at first aid.
I knew more than anything that there was always a deeper story . . . I just couldn’t correlate ‘healing’ with the rough, vulgar Alpha, but Elias’ earlier reaction told me there was way more to their past than I could have guessed.
“You should have waited,” he rumbled in the deep, accented tone.
“I had to clean off.”
“For me,” he finished.
Oh, he hadn’t completed his sentence. I looked at him, unimpressed, and went to his side to perch on the bed. He hoisted himself up like it was the most laborious act he had to commit and plucked up my wounded arm, turning it.
“That’s attached to me, you know?”
Sinclair’s lips twisted into a smirk, but he didn’t take my taunt, beginning to rifle through the box. He took out small scissors and brought them to the edges of my wound, where the stitches had been ripped out.
