“There.” He ties off the bandage and moves to my other foot, repeating the process. “They should heal in a few hours, once you’ve rested.”
I pull my foot back the moment he’s done, tucking both legs under me despite the protest from my injuries. “You should go now.”
He sits back on his heels, still kneeling in front of me, his expression unreadable. “We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t.” I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly very aware of how thin and damp my nightdress is. “There’s nothing to say.”
“Selene—”
“I said, ‘go.’” The words come out flat and final, with no room for negotiation. “Please, just leave.”
Instead, he stands and moves to the small table where a bottle of wine sits—a gift from Zane, still unopened. My chest tightens as Seth picks it up, examining the label with delib
