Chapter 13
Sensitivity
I had Lafitte sitting at the far back table directly under the low hanging light back inside the pub. I leaned in, angling his jaw with my finger as I examined the severity of his beaten face. “Ouchy!” Lafitte yapped. “Can you go easy? That s**t’s tender!”
I rolled my eyes. “Suck it up. Be still.” I dipped a swab in alcohol and began dabbing it over his swollen jaw.
I’d forgotten that Damián was still hanging around until he hovered over my shoulder and cleared his throat rather annoyingly. My gaze snapped up, colliding with his puzzled eyes. “You do know I can heal him?” he asked as he scratched behind his ear, eyeing Lafitte’s bruised face.
“That ain’t happenin’!” Lafitte screeched. “Ain’t no mutherfuker vamp’s gonna touch this million-dollar beauty.”
Damián
