Laura hastily pulled away from Leonardo's grip, allowing him to see the wound he'd opened on her back.
His eyes widened in worry and he swiftly sat up in bed, wincing but ignoring the sharp headache that shot through his skull. "Your back," his slender fingers stopped inches away from the wound.
He didn't want her moving around a castle nestled with vampires with such an injury—the scent of her blood was irresistible after all.
"Fetch me a cloth and a bowl of water," Leo ordered in a deep, hoarse tone without looking at Mildred.
Mildred who had her hand over her nose bowed before scurrying out. The king was right, if it had been any other person, she might have gone in for a sip.
Laura was silently struggling against the pain, her face averted from his direction. Her good hand was g
