Chapter 38

Elara tried to be as gentle as possible while applying the ointment. However, when tending to such a severe wound, she would still cause Eryndor some pain, no matter how gentle she was. He frowned and turned his head away, his hair clinging to his damp collarbones. The curve of his neck was sexy. He had to be in pain—just the sight of him like that was enough to tell Elara that. She focused and continued applying the ointment. Then, she placed the torn ends of the tail together and bound them with clean bandages. This was all she could do for now—a full treatment would have to wait until Zone S was back to normal. No.4 swam around anxiously, smacking his tendrils on the glass wall as he tried to stop her. It was as if she was saving an evil monster, not a beautiful merman. Elara felt a headache coming on. No.4 had always been obedient—he was the gentlest and most low-maintenance among her test subjects. He'd never been this agitated before. "No.4." She took off her gloves and app