Concern creases my brow as I notice the bite wound I've left behind. "Isiah, I'm so sorry," I murmur, my voice laced with genuine worry as I inspect the injury. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
He offers me a reassuring smile, his gaze filled with a mix of amusement and understanding. "It's okay," he reassures me, his voice a low, husky whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. "I've had worse."
But before I can respond, he leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispers, "Hey," he murmurs, his tone tinged with a hint of mystery, "I know something that will help. It's not your typical remedy, but trust me, it's worth knowing."
I swallow hard, my heart racing in anticipation as I lean in closer, eager to hear what he has to say. "What is it?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper
