The Huntress by J Risk

Author:J Risk
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, demons, realms, other world
Publisher: Exordium Books FRP

Chapter Twenty-seven

Glaring at Chase, who continued to stand in the middle of my bedroom on his side of Alterealm, I growled. “Seriously? You want to check me over and make sure I’m okay?”

“Yes.”

He didn’t even crack a smile while he stood there, so I knew he was being dead serious. “I want to go to the cells and check out what’s going on, can’t we do this later?”

“I said I would look after you, and I intend on doing that.”

The tone of his voice assured me that I wasn’t going to get to clean up or do anything until I gave in. “It’s just my shoulder that’s hurting.” A slight understatement, but I wasn’t going to share that my whole back and arm was throbbing with pains shooting up and down it. When he continued to just stand there looking at me, I cursed many bad words inside my head and then started to take the harness off my back. As an afterthought, I turned my back on him when I went to move the aching arm, just in case I made one of those pained faces.

“I can feel the pain you’re in, Daxx.”

That definitely made the decision for me, there would be no more blood healing for this girl. I was willing to get used to being around others and having them in my face all the time, but my thoughts and feelings were my own and only shared if I wanted to.

Pulling the shirt over my head was pretty close to the most painful thing I’d ever done, except that time I had cracked three ribs or when my leg had been crushed when a jumper tried to back over me in his car. When the damn material finally cleared my head, I put my arms back down and stood there with my back to him. He hissed and I knew now I’d have to go look in the mirror and see how bad it was.

Not even sparing him a glance, I walked into the bathroom and flicked on the light and turned my side toward the mirror. Well shit, my shoulder was the color of freshly ground up meat and looked like a giant blister wanting to burst.

“And that is you being okay?” He drawled from the doorway.

I looked at him in the mirror and made one of those dumb faces that you make when you know they’re right but don’t want to admit it out loud.

I heard his boots on the floor as he came over. “I can’t just leave it like this, kitten, it breaks my heart just looking at you having something like that on you.”

The soft aching tone of his voice made me look at him in the mirror again. He wasn’t lying as he stood there looking at it he looked like he was hurting as much as I was. “The connection that goes with the blood healing…” How did I say this without sounding redundant? “I’m not comfortable with it.”

He traced his finger over my tattoo, a look of fascination on his face.

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