Chapter Ten
Gabriel refuses pain medicine during the stitches, the only sign of pain his eyes darkening to bronze.
Anders holds out a small pile of pills. “Antibiotics.”
A frown. “I don’t need medicine.”
Anders rolls his eyes. “You can’t even let your guard down for a motherfucking second.”
Gabriel glances at me, his golden eyes bright with promise. “Not if I can help it.”
Worry makes my stomach turn. He’ll run himself to the ground like this, refusing medical attention, putting himself into danger to protect me.
I put my hand on his arm. “If you get an infection, you won’t be any use to anyone.”
His eyes narrow like he wants to refuse. Instead he takes the medicine and swallows them dry.
“Now go lie down,” Anders says, sounding surly. “And don’t fuckin’ argue.”
Gabriel stands, h
