No attachments. No pain.
Perhaps that was what I should do. Pack my stuff and leave. Pretend today never happened and move on.
Someone knocked on the door.
“Go the fuck away. Don’t wanna see or hear you for the rest of the night, asshole.”
“It’s Inferno.”
I blew out a breath. “Well, go tell the shit-spackled fart that sent you what I said.”
A muffled snicker came behind the door. Was he seriously laughing right now? “I come bearing ice…and painkillers.”
Okay… I was angry and proud and stubborn, but no one was too angry or proud or stubborn to say no to painkillers when they had fallen off a tower named Dickhead Dasher.
I grabbed my underwear and bra but a sharp stab of pain made me throw them back immediately. I couldn’t stand a bra on me right now anyway.
The dress wasn’t a better choice either. The blood would stain it, and I would hurt myself more trying to get into that tight thing. Besides, without a bra, my boobs looked like cow udders in it… Eeek.
A short night gown and a robe then.
“Fine. Hold on a sec,” I said so he wouldn’t go away.
“Take your time, Princess.”
I rolled my eyes as I got dressed. The first robe I found in the suitcase didn’t have a belt, but I couldn’t go through the whole thing now. It would just have to do.
Unlocking the deadbolt, I tugged the robe into place with one arm. The sultry musk of the party invaded the room. There was practically a cloud of smoke in the hall, and the huffing groans and moans were the last things I needed to hear at the moment. Everything went on like nothing had happened. Malcolm was probably getting a blow job somewhere, unbothered.
Inferno stood several inches taller than I when I wasn’t in heels. A bag of ice and a few medicine bottles in his hand, he gave me a big smile that set his green eyes aglow. Then they trained over my body, and he scratched his beard. “May I come in?”
I chuckled. The sudden politeness was eerie. “No.”
His smile grew even bigger. “Why not?”
“Just give me the stuff.”
“But you’re bleeding. Let me help you with that.”
I raised a brow. “Look, I understand your urge to feel pain, but I had enough violence to last for a lifetime. I’m not ready to watch my brother attempting to murder another man tonight.”
He looked confused for a moment before he laughed. “Dasher won’t kill me for helping you. He said to give you anything you needed and to make sure you were okay. Also, he said no more locks on your room or guards under your windows.”
“How sweet of him,” I scorned. “The last part I believe, but if he did send someone, he wouldn’t have sent you. Your Road Captain would have been his choice.”
“He didn’t tellmeto go. He just gave the order and didn’t wait to see who would do it. I volunteered.”
“Brave.” I gestured for him to come in. “I’ll give you that.”
I snapped the deadbolt when I closed the door just in case. Inferno headed straight to the bathroom and turned on the lights. “Let me clean that wound for you first.”
I followed him and sat on the toilet seat. He opened the cabinet, brought a first aid kit and placed it on the floor. Then he drew the shower curtain. “Can you stretch your leg?”
With a nod, I lifted my gown a little and stretched my leg, becoming more aware of the searing pain.
He took off his cut and ran the water. Then he went on his knees and started washing the blood. My body tensed when his fingers ran over my skin. There was something awkward and rather intimate about a guy sitting at your feet, gently washing your leg. Thank God I shaved last night.
“You okay?” He glanced up at me. “Your breathing is a little hard.”
