Chapter Fifty-Eight
Once inside, I set my flashlight down on a dresser and stand awkwardly in the middle of the room.
Nero studies me with an unreadable expression, and I realize that he’s jacketless—as in, his chest is bare.
Well, at least he’s not completely naked this time.
A part of me not drowning in hormones notices that he redid his shoulder bandage using one of the hotel towels, and that some blood has already seeped through the towel.
Then the hormones take over, and my eyes leave the wound to hungrily roam over his abdominal muscles.
Crap.
I force my gaze to his hand and notice it’s doing much better than the shoulder.
“Dragon claws have enzymes that hamper healing,” he says, following my gaze. “But I have a way to speed up my recovery when we get to Earth.”
He probably
