Eira's POV
"I don't see you hurt anywhere. Must be some tiny scratches," I countered, offering him a glare.
"Ouch! How insensitive of you to say that," he pulled a dramatic hurt expression. "Do you know how much it hurts when a silver bullet laced with a dangerous drug causes even a tiny scratch on your skin? You feel a dying pain."
His words reminded me of the wounds on Roman's body that were life-threatening... and then… Jason. He must be in pain as well.
"I am hurting, you know," he said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I let out a tired sigh and gave him permission. "Do as you wish."
He let out a chuckle. "Not like this, Caldwell. You should be sincere, just like how desirably sincere you were with Roman and Lucian. I felt like you didn't want to stop kissing them."
"They took the initiative and I followed," I countered. "Now do it, or let me go."
