Skye's POV
As I was cleaning this adorable cat with a warm washcloth and a little bit of soap, Dorian came in. My mate must've allowed him in, which was a shock considering she hated allowing the guards in the apartment.
"Hey, I told your mate that I could help if you'll let me." I quickly nodded. I don't know what he could do that I couldn't, but it never hurt to have two people helping this little lady.
He came over and gently rubbed the cat's head, a soft smile on his face. "I'm worried about the kittens. Do you think whatever attacked her hurt them?"
"Considering I hear faint heartbeats now? Probably." He sighed. Why don't you let me clean her off while you go and grab a towel? She must be cold." He said. Or more like ordered, but I didn't care. He wanted to help, so I let it go.
