Jax could feel Micah’s worry as he lowered him into the large bathtub.
‘I’m healing. I’ll be fine,’ he said through the mind link.
His head warrior nodded and then stepped back before looking at Layla standing quietly next to the sinks at the other end of his bathroom.
Their bathroom. They had been in physical contact for a week, their bond strengthening even in their sleep. She was his; he couldn’t deny that anymore.
“I’ll help him out when he’s ready,” Micah told Layla.
“Thank you.”
Layla sounded uncertain. She watched Micah leave the room and didn’t move even when he closed the door behind him. It was only when he heard the bedroom door being closed that Layla came forward. It was as if she had heard the door being closed, too.
Speed. Check. Better eyesight. Check. Sensitive he
