I shook my head, forcing a smile. “It’s not that bad.”
He didn’t argue, just focused back on my hand. I leaned back against the couch and took another swig of whiskey, letting the warmth settle in my chest.
When he finished that hand, he poured peroxide on it and we both watched, entranced by the bubbling foam. He wrapped it gently in gauze and took the whiskey from me, taking a swig before turning his focus to my other hand.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, gently plucking glass from my palm. “I knew I should’ve dragged his ass outside the second I saw him.”
“It’s not your fault, Talon,” I whispered, “you did the right thing. If you’d started it, it would’ve caused a war.”
“Still might,” he grumbled, pausing to glance up at me. “Jake has Shadow in his office now, talkin’ things over. But it
