“How did you receive the cuts on your hands?” she asked.
“One of the Tamplian guards outside the structure that held Derek. I imagine I’ve bruises on my throat as well.”
“Perhaps some of the skin sealer will aid in healing the wounds.”
Aiden did as she suggested, and when he completed his task, he set his hands on either side of his lap to restrict them from reaching for her, and smiled. “Finished. You should be completely recovered by the time we land.”
At the absence of the heat from his hands, Kiersten felt bereft, and narrowed her eyes.
Aiden lifted a brow at her expression. “Don’t trust me? Inspect it yourself. Do you want pain relief?”
He watched as she levered herself up and leaned over her leg to scrutinize his efforts.
“No. The discomfort is tolerable,” she answered, her vo
