Chapter 13
Rune’s jaw clenched as the cold metal pressed up against me. I waited for pain, but nothing happened. Then the tiniest pinch. He’d barely made a scratch.
I reached up to push his wrist sideways so I could speak without sawing my own vocal cords. “That’s not nearly enough.” Not at this distance from the Guardian.
Rune’s response was forced through lips that barely moved. “How much blood do you need?”
“Half a cup,” I estimated. “Maybe a little more.”
His eyes closed for far longer than they had last time. Persimmon scent enfolded me. If I had to make a guess, I would have thought Rune was carrying on a silent conversation with his wolf.
His next words confirmed it. “A cut that large could be a danger to you. I’d be more precise with lupine teeth.”
He wanted to bite my throa
