Chapter 16
AleksandarBoxon Hill
The Stone Circle
“Look at this mess. Why do you insist on a plait when you need a proper cut?” She gave the ribbon a tug. Placing her hands on either side of his face, she gently turned his head, as if inspecting him. “It’s remarkable how little has changed in your face. Are you hurt?”
Dirt and an alarming amount of blood covered her face. He pushed back the fringe of hair at her brow. “You’re bleeding. What were you doing out alone? If you ever do something so reckless again, I will lock you away in a tower until you’re old and gray.”
His tongue could not work properly with all the blasted teeth in his mouth. He felt like he was trying to talk around pebbles. Speech would only return if he calmed down, and how could he be calm when his mate stood befor
