Chapter 164-1
Kiana
The door opened, and I smelled his blood before he stumbled in. With a gasp, I jumped up from the chair. Troy was covered in blood. “What? What happened? Are you okay? Do you need Saul? Have
you shifted?”
“I’m fine,” he growled and limped to the bathroom. I was right behind him. He wasn’t fine. When he removed his shirt, I could see the blood seeping out of his wound.
“Troy! What the hell happened! Why haven’t you shifted?” Frantic, I opened the bathroom cabinets, but there was nothing in there to close up a wound. Maybe because we were self-healing. And had an infirmary. Grabbing a towel, I pressed it against his wound.
He stared down at me with an unreadable expression. “Finn tried to leave the territory.”
“What?”
“Is this an idea that you gave him?”
Jerking my head, I frowned at him. “Of course not. I know you’re not allowing anyone in or out of the pack. Why did he leave?”
“Why do you think? He wants to be proactive. Sound familiar?”
I pressed harder on the wound, and he hissed. “Sorry. Did that hurt? I’ll try to go easier.”
“You are my mate, Kiana. I need you to support me.’
“I need you to shift into a wolf so you don’t bleed out in our bathroom.” When he just stared at me, I dropped the towel and slapped my hand over the wound. He grunted, and I focused as I funneled my magic into him. I’d been working on my magic, in my human form, on things that didn’t involve pulling on pack magic, but I still couldn’t close it all the way. Still, at least he wasn’t bleeding out
anymore.
“Your magic is so hot,” he whispered hoarsely. “Everything about you is magnificent. Why won’t you
let me protect you?”
“We’re partners, Troy. We’re supposed to be partners.” I pulled his shirt up the rest of the way and turned to inspect his back. There were more scratch marks, one of them deep, but it would heal on its own. Turning him back around, I undid his pants.
“Need something?” he asked huskily.
My eyes flitted up to his, and I ignored the flip-flop of my stomach. “You’re still bleeding. Weren’t
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Chapter 164-1
you the one who yelled at me when I didn’t shift when injured?”
“It’s different.”
Clown
“It really isn’t.” I yanked his pants down and ignored his hiss of pain. Good. I hoped it hurt because he was being an idiot. “Is there something wrong with your wolf?”
He didn’t say anything, and the flirtation died. “Troy? What’s wrong with your wolf?”
“Nothing. My wolf is fine.”
The tick in his jaw told me differently.
“So, you’re just not going to talk to me anymore. You can’t discuss your plan for defeating Claudine. You won’t talk about our kid that I’m carrying. Now you’re having some kind of issue with your wolf, but it’s none of my business. I just need to stay in the house and be protected.”
“Kiana…”
Ripping open the shower curtain, I turned on the water and pushed him in. It hadn’t even had a chance to heat up, and he grunted as the water hit him. Before I could storm away, he grabbed my shirt and pulled me in. “Damn it, Troy, I’m still dressed.”
“We weren’t done.”
“Oh, so you’d like to hear me yelling at you more while you just stare at me in stony silence and grunt like a caveman? Can we schedule some time for tomorrow? I’m pretty tired. It’s late, and I’m sure you have something else to do to avoid me.”
The cold water had me shivering, and I turned around and adjusted the temperature. Immediately, Troy’s hands stripped off my shirt, and I turned around and slapped at his hands. “I’m so not in the
mood.”
He captured my hands. “I can put you in the mood.”
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