“Nothing.”
But her teeth were gritted in obvious pain. Looking down at the bare foot she was now holding off the ground, he quickly made the connection. “What did you step on?” His wolf rose to the surface, protective and more than a little possessive.
“Nothing.”
Stubborn cat.
He headed over and knelt down in front of her, lifting her foot higher so he could look at the sole. “This nothing sure looks like a big, fat thorn.” It angered him to see her flesh marred by the spike that had already drawn blood.
Her hand landed on his shoulder as she balanced herself. “I can take care of it.”
Instead of dropping her foot, he held on tighter. “Have you had your shots?” he asked, knowing she’d hate any kind of sympathy. Mercy was as proud as they came. And for some reason, it was important to him that that pride never be crushed. “I don’t want to catch rabies.”
“Ha-ha,” she muttered, but her voice was strained. “Since you won’t let go, can you get it out?”
He checked the ground to make sure there were no other dangers. Mercy’s opinions on the matter notwithstanding, he was a protector. Taking care of the woman he was rapidly coming to consider his own was as natural to him as breathing. “It’ll be easier if you sit.” He didn’t offer to help her down, just watched to make sure she didn’t hurt herself any more.
Once she had her back to the trunk, he put her foot on his lap and grimaced. “It won’t be pretty—I think your skin’s started to heal around it.” That was the problem with changelings—they healed quickly, especially when it came to minor flesh wounds. But if this healed over, the thorn would remain embedded in her heel.
“Do it.” She set her jaw.
Shifting so his back was to her, he pressed the flesh on either side of the thorn with enough force to send it through the surface. He heard Mercy suck in another breath, knew she was hurting. The damn thorn had barbs. His wolf swept over his skin, hackles raised. Every male instinct in him wanted to give comfort, but he knew Mercy would hate that with a capital H. “You know,” he said, fighting to keep his tone even, “I think I see a family resemblance. Maybe that’s why it was drawn to you.”
“You think you’re hilarious, don’t you?” It was a little breathless.
Another hard press got the thorn most of the way out. “Say ahhhh.” One final application of pressure and the ugly thing was out. He made sure to crush it using a claw before dropping it to the ground.
Mercy didn’t say a word as he checked the already healing wound. He was fast about it, but thorough. “I don’t think it left any traces. Get Tammy to have a look anyway.”
“It’ll be fully healed in another hour.”
He shot her a narrow-eyed look, noting her strained expression. “Do you want me to report you to your healer?”
She glared daggers at him, color rapidly returning. “I want you to let go of my foot.”
He kept hold, gently massaging the area around the wound, ensuring good blood flow. It would help her heal even faster. “Will you see Tammy?”
“Yes! Fine! Can we go now?”
“In a second.” He checked the wound again. “It’ll be a bit tender to walk on until it heals. Be careful.”
It looked like she was going to snap something at him but she clamped her mouth shut and put on her remaining sock and boot. Standing, she tested the foot. “It’s fine. The sucker just hurt like hell while it was in there.”
Riley nodded, but kept his eye on her balance. It was good. His wolf retreated. “Let’s head in.” Grabbing the identity bracelet, he slid it into a pocket.
Mercy folded her arms. “Thanks.” It was a grumpy acknowledgment.
“So gracious.”
As she closed her eyes as if to count to ten, he felt the wolf rise again, this time with pure mischief as its aim. “You never answered my question.”
“What?”
“Whether you’re running from us because you don’t think you can handle me.”
“I did answer it. I said I didn’t have time.”
“Chicken.” Said as they came within hearing distance of the men and women guarding the house.
Mercy’s mouth fell open. Surely she’d heard wrong. Surely solid, staid, stick-in-the-mud Riley Aedan Kincaid had not dared her by calling her a chicken?! “What did you say?”
“You heard.” He greeted the four others who’d joined Monroe and Owen. Two of them were wolves.
Monroe walked over. “I saw nothing under the house that could’ve been used to pipe gas into the home, but I’ll make sure the techs recheck,” he told them. “Thing is, Owen does some sharpshooting—he says if you were good enough, you might be able to get some sort of gas pellet through the little vent in the bathroom.”
“That vent is tiny,” Mercy muttered.
BRANDED BY FIRE
Nalini Singh's books
- Bonded by Blood
- By the Sword
- Deceived By the Others
- Lullaby (A Watersong Novel)
- Lord of the Hunt
- The Gates of Byzantium
- Torn(Demon Kissed Series)
- Blood Moon
- A Celtic Witch
- Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye
- Traitor's Blade
- Four Days (Seven Series #4)
- Bite Me, Your Grace
- Lullaby
- The Cost of All Things
- Infinity by Sherrilyn Kenyon
- Hexed
- Captivated By You
- Desire Unchained
- Taken by Darkness
- CARESSED BY ICE
- MINE TO POSSESS
- Ilse Witch
- Taken by the Beast
- Ruby’s Fire
- Destiny's Fire
- Fire Within
- Firedrake
- Firelight
- Simmer (Midnight Fire Series)
- Born of Fire
- City of Heavenly Fire
- Wings of Fire Book Four: The Dark Secret
- Queen of Fire