Kael held my bruised wrist in his massive hand, staring down at the purple and blue marks with an intensity that made my skin crawl.
"Stay still," he ordered, his voice rough.
I tried not to flinch as his fingers gently probed the swollen area. Behind his stormy eyes, I could see an internal struggle playing out. His jaw clenched and unclenched rhythmically.
*Kill her,* his wolf seemed to whisper in my imagination. *She tried to escape us.*
The thought sent ice through my veins. Was he actually considering it? The way his fingers tightened slightly around my wrist suggested he might be.
"Could I have my hand back?" I asked, my voice smaller than I'd intended.
His gaze snapped to mine. "No."
"No?" I repeated, confusion mixing with my fear.
"I'm not done," he stated flatly. "Jax!"
The shout made me jump. Seconds later, the door swung open and Jax appeared, his expression carefully neutral.
"Yes, my King?"
"First aid kit. Now."
