Page 63 of The Wolf King's Mate

That’ll fly about as well as an ostrich

I sighed.

Me

Fine

I need like 10 minutes

Clay

You can have 5

I huffed, but hurried. Dunking my head under the water, I quickly washed my hair. There was nothing but a bar of soap next to the tub, so I just cleaned it with that. It would have to go right back into a bun, because it would feel dry and disgusting, but at least it wouldn’t be greasy anymore.

There was no razor or face wash, either, so I just splashed some water on my cheeks and used some soap on the rest of my body. If Enzo wasn’t going to let me buy toiletries, he was just going to have to deal with my body hair during heat.

Considering he could sprout fur and shift into a wolf, I didn’t think he would care.

I didn’t have time to hobble back to the closet, so I just dried off and pulled on the clothes I’d been wearing earlier. My phonevibrated again while I was getting dressed, and Clay knocked again, but I ignored him. He’d survive.

He was knocking yet again when I finally got to the door, drying my hair carefully with my towel.

“Oh,” he said, watching me dry it.

“Do you have any conditioner? Your brother’s soap left my hair so dry, I’m worried it’s going to snap right off.”

Clay blinked. “We have to figure out the doctor thing, first.”

“Alright.”

He looked down at my foot and grimaced. “Where’s the wrap and the boot?”

“You only gave me five minutes, and I don’t really need them.”

He muttered something that sounded like, “He’s going to kill me,” but when I closed the door, he didn’t make me go back for them.

“I’m surprised he’s letting you take me there after the way he’s been hovering over me,” I remarked, as we started slowly down the hallway. When he realized I was still limping a little, he tucked an arm around my back and pulled mine over his shoulder, taking some of my weight.

“So am I.”

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know. He said there was something he had to do and gave me a whole list of instructions.” Clay didn’t sound thrilled about any part of his answer.

“Does he always just leave like that?”

“Pretty much.” We turned down a hallway, and I winced at a particularly sharp pain in my ankle.

Maybe I should’ve worn the boot.

Clay hadn’t seemed to notice, so that was good.

We passed a few guys in the hallway, and surprisingly enough, none of them ignored me.

None of them greeted me, but they nodded. Or smiled. Some grimaced at my ankle. It really didn’t look great, and the bruises covered a decent chunk of my foot, too.

“Did Enzo tell everyone not to ignore me?” I whispered.

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