Cody swung his legs over the side of the bed and jumped down, pulling on a shirt. I didn’t realize until then that he hadn’t gotten redressed after being tended to. The brief flash I saw of his torso revealed shiny skin, marbled after healed cuts, but he didn’t look like he’d lost a fight to a woodchipper anymore. “You want me to—”
“I don’t care,” Fenris snapped, cutting him off. “Just get rid of them. If Tessa has a problem with your method, she’ll tell you.”
Cody’s eyes got a little wider, but he opted not to say anything else, simply nodding and seeing himself out the door. As it clicked shut behind him, Fenris finally let go of me and turned around, rummaging through some of the witch’s things. Bottles clinked as I frowned and craned my neck, trying to see over his bulk. Something fe
