COLE'S POV
I watched from my lazy chair as she slept peacefully in my bed, under the covers as if nothing happened. This isn't how I imagined her first night at my house. I didn't want her bruised and battered with mental trauma from what had happened but fate had other ideas.
The side of her face still looked bad. Her once flawless skin had a tint of yellow and purple and her busted lip hasn't healed yet. Keira did everything she can but magic can only be exerted to some point. More than that, it can result in a cascade of consequences for going against nature.
Eric checked on her and told me that her injury wasn't bad as Keira managed to heal most of it. He suggested I make a drink for her with a few drops of my blood if I wanted as he didn't think any blood transfusion was necessary.
