"You spoke to her?” Ruxs eyes widened, and he was no longer slouching from the weight of his reflections, but fully alert and wondering how much information his mate had on his new enemy—his arch nemesis.
“Yes. She said a lot… before she put my sword through my stomach.”
His wolf bristled and growled loudly, swearing retribution. And Ruxs was with his wolf. But, he wasn’t about to interrogate Bell right now. He’d already digested a lot of information and his words were coming farther apart. While Ruxs was selfishly enjoying Bell’s hushed inserts he’d made throughout his story, Ruxs knew he needed to get some rest. His questions could wait a few hours. His mate was still healing.
Ruxs moved Bell to another part of the alcove where the water wasn’t as high so he could clean his lower
