A grin stretches across my lips. “You want a demonstration?” I waggle my eyebrows, letting her know that I’m not being completely serious. Although I definitely wouldn’t say no to making her come again. After I’ve looked at that cheek.
She huffs out a laugh and shakes her head.
“I swear you can’t go five minutes without thinking about your dick,” Rhys complains with a scowl as he shoves off his jacket and pulls off his T-shirt, exposing the bloodied bandage on his shoulder.
Damn, it looks worse than I thought. I should have checked him as soon as we were clear of the Scourge camp instead of waiting until now.
However, while my eyes are firmly on Rhys’s injured shoulder, Ollie’s eyes are roaming the man’s chest and stomach like he’s a work of art. Or a piece of juicy steak, and she’s starving. There’s a slight flush to her cheeks and her lips are parted, revealing a pink tongue that darts out to wet her lips.
I bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing. The two of them are inevitable, and while I’d love to give them a hard shove at one another and tell them to kiss, I understand that this is something they need to work out between them. Without my interference. At least for now.
But I make no promises if they continue to be stubborn idiots.
I turn my attention back to Rhys’s shoulder. “Take the bandage off,” I tell him as I set about cleaning and sanitising my hands. By the time I’m ready, the bandage is a bloody pile on the floor and Rhys’s shoulder looks like mince meat.
Ollie sucks in a sharp breath at the sight. “Jesus, Rhys. You look like you got into a fight with a blender and lost.”
She’s not wrong.
“Grab a canteen and pour the water over his shoulder so I can see what I’m working with,” I tell her as I grab my suture kit.
She does as she’s told, pouring clean water over the wounds and giving me a better insight into how many stitches Rhys ripped out. With theblood gone, it’s not as bad as I first thought, with most of the blood coming from one of the bigger holes.
“Alright, sit still. This is going to suck.” I prepare my needle and thread before closing the distance to stitch him up.
He grunts as his face contorts with pain, but he otherwise doesn’t react. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to stitch him up like this, and I imagine it won’t be the last.
I step back once I’m done to check my work before nodding. Satisfied, I grab a clean bandage and wrap him up again. “Don’t rip these out. I only have so much suture left.”
“I’ll keep that in mind the next time someone shoots at me with a shotgun,” he says before sliding off the machinery and motioning for Ollie to take his place.
She does, and after I rewash my hands, I check her cheek. The wound has already stopped bleeding and appears shallow. Nothing to worry about.
“How did you get this?” I ask her as I place butterfly stitches across the cleaned wound to support keeping it closed.
“From a tree,” she says, her eyes darting between me and Rhys.
Rhys’s brow furrows. “How? Did you run into it?”
She shifts. “Not exactly.”
Not exactly? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
“Princess…” There’s an edge to Rhys’s voice.
Ollie grimaces. “I may or may not have…encouragedthe guards at the gate to shoot at me to lure a horde towards them.”
Rhys and I stare at her with mouths open in shocked silence.
Did she just…?
“You can’t be serious.” Rhys rakes a hand through his hair as he turns and paces in front of various machine parts. “You goaded a bunch of gang members toshoot at you,and Alex was okay with that?” He stops, staring at Ollie with the same incredulous disbelief that I feel.
“Well, I wouldn’t say he wasokaywith it. More like there weren’t any other options, and I didn’t really give him much of a choice.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter with a shake of my head. I know Ollie can be reckless, butrunningin front of men so they’ll shoot you is beyond reckless. It’s borderline suicidal.
“But it all worked out and I’m fine,” she rushes out as Rhys pins her with a murderous look.
