Ezrah took a handful of ice and gently pressed the cubes against the swelling, and I recoiled in pain before my ankle turned numb a few moments later and I exhaled. I glanced at Nicolae, who was standing over us, arms folded across his chest, and was surprised that he had been watching my face, then looked away when I noticed.
That gaze I’d never forget. The same gaze that watched me in the library between the books. It was him. I was so sure it was him, and I wondered if he was going to admit it to my face. His eyes shifted to my ankle, where Ezrah and Lev were running ice cubes over my skin, then those dark eyes ran along my legs to the place between my thighs.
As his stare ran over my stomach to my breasts, I placed my hand on my thigh, ready to give him the middle finger when that gaze found the place between my thighs again. He then shot me a scowl as being caught out, turned away so I couldn’t see that little smirk on his shitty face.
“I’m heading inside,” he announced, “walking up the stairs.”
“Good,” I shouted after him. “Fuck you. Sorry, I messed up your sadistic, fucked up hunting game.”
“He’s not normally like that,” Ezrah mumbled once his older brother was gone.
“Like what?” I flinched when Lev gently dried my foot with a towel. “An asshole? I have yet to see any evidence of him being anything but an asshole.”
“He’s right, though, you do yack a lot,” Ezrah pointed out as he unfastened the straps of the brace and then slid his hand under my heel to gently lift my foot.
“Fuck him. He tried to kill me. Treated me like a fawn that gigantic ego needed to chase so he could feel better abouthimself. Man,he,” pointing my finger to the door where he was only a few seconds ago, “needs therapy. Like, big time.”
“He had no intention of killing you, Adina,” Ezrah tried to console me, but it wasn’t working.
“I disagree,” I shrilled, getting even more agitated. “You saw with your own eyes what he was like. Freaking madman psycho.”
“Seriously, sweetheart, if he wanted to kill you, he would’ve done it by now,” he pressed, folding the Velcro straps around my ankle.
“Well, there’s still time,” I hit back.
