ADRIANA'S POV
She could feel Reagan's hand behind her, tightening as if not wanting to let her go. He was looking up at her and she was wide-eyed as she stared back at him. Her heart was beating wildly. Something she hadn't been feeling for a long time.
"Reagan--"
Before she could continue what she was about to say, Reagan's finger traced the valley on her back, making her and her wolf shiver. She let out a gasp and then a sigh. Reagan smiled and slowly let her go. Her knees went weak and if it weren't for his hand still on her arm, she would have sat down.
"Apologies. I just want to say thank you for treating my wound," he smiled. "I'm sure it's going to heal faster now. You've got talented hands."
Adriana blinked and she was back to her normal self. She cleared her throat and said,
