Chapter Nine
Demand
“Ow! That hurts, damn it!” Lucien sniffed his shirt. “And I smell like I’ve been on a three-day binge.”
Ow! “Hold still,” Iain ordered. He lifted the bottle of distilled alcohol and poured a little more over the wound in the back of Lucien’s head and neck. Lucien hissed from the burn and jerked away, earning him a slap on the arm. “I said hold still.”
hold still.He felt a prodding, followed by another lance of pain. There was the sound of more snipping, and a wisp of dark brown hair was tossed out in front of him.
“What are you doing? Cutting off all my hair?” He reached up to check for himself, but got his hand slapped away instead.
“What’s the prognosis, Doctor?” strode into the room. was right behind him. They walked over to where Lucien was lying on his sto
