Rohi wrenched her gaze away just as he upended the bottle over her leg. Liquid fire penetrated the wounds and ripped an angry shriek from her throat. Her arm shot out to whack the bottle away, and he jumped out of her reach, quick as the drakonile.
He snorted and raised an eyebrow.
She wiped the pout from her face faster than she’d wiped off the swamp-muck. “Oh, pardon me.” She covered her childish reaction with sarcasm. “I’m not as quick with my classification when I’m being eaten.”
Still smirking, he returned to her side and began to wrap her leg with the rag. The warmth of his hand, resting against her bare skin turned it to gooseflesh. She inhaled deep against the electricity surging up her torso. “That hurts,” she croaked, trying in vain to focus on the jag of pain he elicited with
