“I’m going to kill him."
I sighed.
My eyes darted over Angel’s face. A fine layer of sweat covered her pale skin. She had a slight fever that thankfully hadn’t gotten any higher.
“You know that he didn’t have a choice,” I said softly as I reached for the cloth.
I wiped the sweat from her skin and then placed the cloth on her forehead. My attention moved to her wrist next. I pulled the bandage off and frowned at the mark.
It still looked fresh which wasn’t a good sign.
“Is it infected?” Mason questioned.
When I didn’t answer him, he moved closer to the bed and stared down at her arm.
A few more curses fell from her lips.
“Stop that,” I ordered him.
“He didn’t need to do it!” Mason growled. “She’s our mate, the only mark she should be wearing is ours!”
“She’s human,” I pointed out
