Chapter 66

When I saw her arm I definitely wanted to kill whoever it was, taking note of the large four inch cut that ran from her wrist upwards which made it clear that she had caught it on my bedside table on her way down. Why hadn’t I smelt her blood until now? I really needed to start paying attention more, especially when Feya was concerned. “Oh, sweetheart” I soothed, quickly sprinting into the bathroom before coming back with a damp cloth. I wanted to cry when I heard her hiss of pain when I pressed the cool damp cloth on her arm, but when she tried to pull her arm away I held on gently but firmly, knowing it needed to be kept still as I tended to it. “Let go” she whimpered, and while I normally would have done so instantly I knew she needed to have it looked at. She wasn’t at a point in her health when she healed as quickly as she was meant to, it would need cleaning up and bandaged. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but we need to get this cleaned up” I told h