-Ronan-
She looked better when I saw her again. The blood had been wiped away, but as soon as her eyes landed on me, they narrowed. Yes, she hated me, and if that did not give everyone a clear reason that she and I would never make the next heir, then I was not sure what would. I walked further inside the room, and as Gavin saw me coming closer, he moved out of my way.
“She has a concussion, but she will quickly heal,” he informed me.
The little hybrid merely looked away from me, lifting her chin, and making sure I saw I was not allowed too close to her.
“However, she would heal faster if she drank from you,” he explained.
“No!” she growled at Gavin. “We have already discussed this. I will take the damn painkillers, but nothing else.”
I sighed, rolling my eyes. She had already drunk
