~Josie~

He did this? He harmed these males...for what purpose...

I'll admit this as close to blood I have gotten in a while, usually the healing I do is for strengthening of muscles, the occasional resetting of bones, not closing open wounds. I try to control the excitement rising in me for being able to get my hands actually dirty for a change, to try out different remedies.

"You did this? You harmed my pack members?" He had majorly overstepped on his visitation rights. He was meant to view and give feedback, not attack pack members...were Jaxon and Jace not with him at the time. How could they have allowed this to happen. "Before you judge me Red, you need to check your facts. Enjoy the catch I have brought you today because I have a feeling you won't be getting any injured warriors for a while." His voice is cool, annoyance seeping through it.

This male was impossible, he's standing here as if he has done me a favour. As if I should be thanking him for hurting these warriors.

I head towards my preparation room, moving swiftly past him only for him to walk backwards, blocking my path. Was he purely put on this earth to irritate me...

"Where are you going?" He says with a triumphant smug smirk plastered upon his face. I would like to be the one to wipe that smile off his face.

"I need to prepare more dressings, if you know what is good for you...you'll be gone by the time I get back."

"Is that a threat little wolf because you don't have your gun on you right now." He growls softly.

So, he noticed my gun, which meant he had been checking me out.

"Are you checking my butt out again?" I sarcastically ask, letting my eyes scale down to his lips and back up to his eyes. I, like him, was good at mind games.

My eyes hold steady, letting him know that I am a match to any power game he wants to play...gun or no gun.

He takes a step closer to me, his height completely towering over me as those deep brown broody eyes burn into me. Maybe he wants to play this game with me...just as much as I want to play it with him.

I step aside, making a point of swaying my hips as I walk away...just on the off chance that he was checking if I had my gun on me or not.

The moment I am in my hideaway, my hands land on the worktop as I try and calm my breathing. Why did those eyes have a way of making my knees weak.

My mind replays the moment he stepped towards me, his great height towering over me...there was something about being caught in the cast of his shadow. Dark yet appealing. Never needing to close an open wound, typically the herbs I need are up on the highest self. I try to reach again, even considering climbing up as I locate the exact jar I needed.

As I elongate my upper body for one last attempt, still unable to reach it...I still, as an arm curls up my back, up my arm and with ease, lands on the jar of herbs my eyes are fixed on. His hand leaves a trail of tingles that climb my skin, following his touch like a vine he was growing, entwining me in. Butterflies explode within my stomach as his lips almost touch my ear.novelbin

It was super tight in here but there was enough room for him not to be pressed up against me. He had closed the door quietly behind him, affording us some more room...but he wasn't using it. This was a game of his and I won't let him come out as the victor.

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