Chloe glanced up at him, her voice barely audible. "I’m sorry, Hunter."
"Shh, it’s okay," he focused on drawing the poison out. He shifted, pulling her into his lap. "Drink, Chloe."
She hesitated, then bit. He winced, eyes closing. Seeing her on the floor had shaken him. She regretted the argument, but she still wanted to leave. He managed a small smile.
Stubborn as hell, his wild mate. Once she’d had her fill, he pulled away, and she kissed him. He held her close, murmuring a chant until her head rested against him.
The elder stepped in. "How is she?"
"Stubborn," Hunter said dryly, just as Elijah walked in.
"If you can’t protect her, leave," Elijah said.
Hunter laid her down gently, turning to Elijah. "I get it. I screwed up. Didn’t think she’d leave. Won’t happen again. The bullet
