“Keep the wounds dry,” Nicole instructed, tightening the last of the gauze around Kaela’s wrist. “If they get wet you’ll need them redressed. Come to the infirmary or find someone to help.”
“Who?” Kaela snorted. “Blaise is already gone.”
“He left a few days ago,” Nicole confirmed with a small, sad smile. “But the Alpha would help if you asked.”
“Ronan?” Kaela rolled her eyes. “Forget it. He’s the reason I look like this.”
“Only because you asked for it,” a deep voice said from the doorway.
Kaela jolted upright. Nicole offered the Alpha a respectful nod, then winked at him with suspicious cheer before gathering her supplies and practically skipping out of the room.
Leaving Kaela alone with Ronan.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded, scowling as she began gathering her few belongi
