Page 32 of Savage Blood
Bastard.
“We haven’t been officially mated that long.” Igave a noncommittal shrug. “We have a habit of forgetting everything else when we’re together.”
He nodded, his expression softening. “I remember.”
Cautiously, I marched by him toward the room. “Can I shut the door?”
“No.”
My brows slammed down. “Then I’m not taking a shower.”
“You may close the bathroom door, but don’t lock it,” he said. “No one will interrupt you.”
The thought of taking a hot shower and washing the filth off me sounded like a dream—and too good to be true.
Barric sighed. “You have five minutes, Tate. Time is ticking.”
Fuck it.
I hurried into the bedroom and straight into the luxurious bathroom. Steam floated around the gray and black marble surroundings.
Barric wasn’t kidding about my time limit. He pounded on the door when I had thirty seconds left and threatened to barge in if I didn’t emerge soon. I quickly finished rinsing my long hair and shut off the water.
The blood stopped dripping from the cuts in my arm, but I found a roll of gauze and tape in the drawer to wrap the wounds. Since I couldn’t shift, I wasn’t healing as fast as usual. Still quicker than any human, though.
Barric had placed a pair of leggings, underwear, a sports bra, and a cropped hoodie on the counter. Roxie’s scent permeated the material, but she’d stolen the clothes from my closet at Corvin Manor.
After slipping on my boots and grabbing a comb to rake through my tangled strands, I marched into the living room.
The savory aroma of rosemary, lemon, and butter wafted inthe air as Barric sat at a round wooden table on the left with two steaming plates of food. My mouth watered.
If this was a form of torment—having to watch Barric chow down—I’d lose my mind.
The former head alpha motioned to the other plate. “Eat.”
I inched toward the table, running the comb through my wet hair. “What kind of meat is that?”
Hell, I might still eat it no matter where it came from.
“Relax. It’s chicken.”
“From Earth?”
His chuckle was too smooth. “Of course.”
I crossed my arms, shaking my head. “Why are you being so nice?”
“I’m not being nice.” He picked up a glistening, juicy chicken leg, inhaling the scent. “I’m bored, and your ever-suspicious behavior is entertaining.”
That was total bullshit. I wasn’t stupid. Barric got me out of my cell for a reason, but I wouldn’t pass up the chance to regain a little strength with a full meal of chicken, potatoes, spinach, and garlic bread.
I sat across from him and dug in, moaning as the buttery flavors exploded over my tongue.
Oh hell, the food was so good I could cry.
Throwing manners to the wayside, I ate like I had as a starving runaway who’d finally scored a hot meal after days of dumpster diving.
“You’re going to choke,” Barric said, humor coiling around his words. “I can’t have you dying on me so soon.”
