Anger flashed through him, white and hot like a fireball when he recalled Nik’s mouth on Shae’s wrist. Even though he understood Nik had healed her the only way he could, with his saliva, it was a struggle not to rip his friendapart.
“You’re an asshole. Be grateful it’s Shae who has my ire.” He straightened—fuck! He gritted his teeth, pressing a hand on his throbbinginjury.
“That thing’s not going to heal. We’re low on the healing salve, and you’ve finished the last of the brew from Lila,” Nik informed him, like he’d lost his brain cells,too.
While they could self-heal most wounds, a direct hit from a hellfire bolt, not so much. It was why the Oracle’s healing ointment and potion were much needed. And since his restorative abilities had all but flat-lined, he would rely on themmore.
He dropped his hand. “Text Hedori for arestock.”
“Already done.” Those pale green eyes trained on him, narrowed. “I didn’t want to say this in front of Shae, but you have no other option, Dag. You need to feed. Summon thegoddess.”
Call Kaerys? His entire being revolted. “No.”
“Don’t be a dick, you can’t go out on patrol while injured. The hellfire wound will be a beacon for every evil thing out there trackingus—”
“I damn well knowthat.”
Nik leaned against the counter, eyeing him thoughtfully. “So then you’re going to be off patrol until you’rehealed?”
“Don’t fucking push this, Nik.” Dagan raked his fingers through his hair in frustration, but they caught in his many braids. “The wound’s a shallow one, I’ll befine.”
“Right,” Nik grunted. “So what are you going to do aboutShae?
“What I planned to do before you waylaid me, you pain in theass!”
“About time,” Nik smirked. Dagan growled, pivoting for the door. Then Nik drawled, “You’re lucky she didn’t fall for Angelus’ prettyface.”
Damn bastard, screwing with his head when it was already fucked-up. Later, he was going to kill themotherfucker.
