Celeste's POV
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"S–Silas, you're bleeding," I repeated, already breaking the distance with a few strides. I grabbed the lower part of his suit, thumb flicking over the blood. "It's... So much blood. We're locked in here and you're... You're bleeding out—"
"Repeating it over and over again isn't going to change anything, love." He spoke through gritted teeth, patting my hand. "I'll... Be fine. Just need my wolf to heal me."
I blinked once. My gaze flicked to the blood-soaked suit and then to his sweaty face.
He couldn't be fucking serious.
"You're going to bleed all over the floors before your wolf kicks in!" I didn't know when I snapped. I shouldn't have but I did. "It's a Vein beast attack. You know—the same things notorious for inflicting wounds even supernatural physiology struggles to heal?"
Had the loss of blood gone in reverse and inflated his ego?
