Page 223 of Heart of Frost and Scars

“I’ll handle it.” Standing, I brush the crumbs off my scrubs.

“He’s injured.”

“Injured how?” My breath sputters. “What happened?”

“Bar fight. He has a deep cut on his head and refuses to let anyone treat him. He’s demanding that you do it.”

“Where is he?”

“Exam room three.” He opens the door. “Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Pulse racing, I follow him out and hurry to the ER.

Leo sits on the hospital bed, his intense gaze locking onto mine. I close the curtain, and the tension between us crackles, spitting static across my skin.

Blood trickles down his face from a deep gash along his hairline. He looks ferocious. Brutally beautiful.

Goosebumps spread across my flesh, awakening my senses.

He holds out his hand.

If I take it, he’ll yank me between those powerful thighs and kiss me until I beg for his cock.

I’m not stupid.

“Frankie,” he rumbles, low and demanding. “Come here.”

“You need medical attention.” I turn toward the supply cart.

“I need you,” he snaps, frustration boiling over. “Just you.”

“Lie down so I can clean that wound.”

He obeys, lying back on the table with a wince. I gather the necessary supplies, my hands shaking as I approach him.

“Tell me what happened.” I gently clean the wound, working quickly and efficiently despite the turmoil inside me.

His eyes burn, a pair of multicolored blades, tracking my every move. “I went to a bar.”

“Kody’s?”

“No.”

“And?”

“The women wouldn’t leave me in peace. So I voiced my thoughts about it.”

“You did the growly thing and scared them?”

“Sure. Whatever. Some of the guys didn’t like that. They struck first, and I needed to blow off some steam.”

“Is this gash from a beer bottle?” I finish cleaning the area.

“Yeah.”

“What condition are they in?”

“Worse than me. And drunk.”

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