Chapter 220

Celena's Perspective That idiot! How did he manage to get himself cut dealing with two bumbling, amateur human thugs? I could have handled it perfectly well on my own. A slight burst of werewolf speed was all it would have taken to drop the guy with the knife. I didn't need him charging in like some action hero to take the blow for me... Well, okay, not exactly take the blow, but the result is still this gash on his arm. My fingers worked deftly, tying an efficient knot in the bandage around his solid forearm while I silently grumbled. Strangely, beneath the annoyance, a trickle of undeniable sweetness seeped through, like honey leaking from a cracked jar. This was how we used to be. Whether it was me bruising my knee during training or him getting scratched by branches on patrol, one of us would always patch up the other—clumsily applying ointment, accompanied by a mix of fond scolding and exasperated sighs. The accidental brush of my fingers against his warm skin sen