-Ronan-
Pitiful. That was all that went through my head as the warm contents slid down my pant leg. I’d seen far worse over the years, though. So without flinching, I reached out, grasped her hair, and held it away from her face.
“Hand me some tissues,” I ordered.
The little hybrid reached up as if to wipe her mouth with her hand like a savage, but I intercepted her and cleaned her up instead. Shock was written clearly across her face as she stared at me, but I hoped this might make her reconsider my offer.
“Now, I think you’ve proven my point quite clearly,” I said, my voice hard.
She kept staring at me.
“You’re going to sit there and let Gavin treat you while I go change my clothes because it’s quite clear that you. Are. Not. Fine!” I growled before turning away and storming off.
