He hadn’t meant to do that.
He was supposed to be given her space to deal with the s**t that had happened, but one thing had led to another and... He ran his tongue along his gums because they were itching. The urge to go back and do what she had asked was still riding him hard.
He had to remind himself that she had no idea what she was asking for. And even if she did, he could never do that to her.
He dried himself and then looked at the bite on his side. It had reopened and was still bleeding. It looked worse than it had before he had gone to bed. How the hell was that even possible if it wasn’t caused by magic? Could Diedre have got that wrong? If she couldn’t see his future, maybe her magic didn’t work on him at all.
Maybe the witch had found a way to speed up his death.
He put
