Page 184 of Fangs
I needed to—fuck, what did Sam call it? De-something. I stood on my tiptoes and twined my arms around his neck, watching his pupils dilate in surprise.
“Don’t be mad at me, right now,” I pleaded. “You can be mad at me tomorrow.”
He didn’t respond for a moment, but then he sucked in a deep breath through his nose and let it out his mouth. “That’s not fair,” he said, but his voice sounded lighter. “You know I can’t stay mad when you use those big green eyes on me.”
I widened my eyes even more, hoping I looked pathetic and not ridiculous. He groaned, which I assumed meant I was successful.
“C’mon, we need to get to the clinic before?—"
“Oh fuck!” I gasped. “I forgot about Colt!"
I took off and heard him swear as he scrambled after me. He caught up fast and ran beside me, holding my forearm so he could pull me upright every time the world started tilting. As we approached the clinic, I saw Wolf, Scar, and Tuck standing on the porch. I stopped in the yard, bending over with my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath, but that threw me off balance, and I almost went face-first into the dirt. Lee caught my arm again as I giggled breathlessly.
“What the fuck?” Wolf snapped.
“Yeah, not sure how helpful she’s gonna be,” Lee said.
“I’ll be fine!” I shoved away Lee’s hands, striding unsteadily toward the porch.
“You’re drunk,” Wolf said, disapproving like I was still ten years old.
“I knoooow,” I drew the word out as I went past him and into the clinic.
Sable and Kai looked at me, eyes narrowed, then at Wolf. Colt was sitting in the exam chair with tears on his face, his bloodied hand wrapped in a bloody cloth.
“Guess I’m stitching—” Sable started, but I interrupted.
“No!” I pointed a finger at him, scowling. “I got it.”
I didn’t miss the disbelieving looks they both gave me, but I marched over to the sink and grabbed the soap, only to immediately drop it in the sink. I swore under my breath and snatched it, only to have it squirt out of my hands and across the floor, stopping by Sable’s boot. Sable picked it up, his fucking perfect eyebrow arched, and I started giggling again. He walked over and deposited the soap into my hand.
“I can stitch—” he tried again.
“I said, I got it!”
Thank the gods, I managed to wash my hands without further incident. Colt watched me with wide eyes as I approached him, wincing as I smacked my hip on the corner of the exam table.
“Bet you a drink this does not end well,” Kai said, not even trying to whisper.
I ignored him as I gently took Colt’s bloodied hand. The large gash in his hand healed quickly, leaving a faint scar. I carefully inspected it to ensure it looked okay, then released him. He thanked me and clambered down from the chair. Wolf and his entire pack were staring at me, eyebrows raised, so as I backed toward the sink, I smugly flipped them all off with both bloodied hands.
“Alright, I take it back,” Kai smirked.
Lee, Tuck, and Scar grinned, but Sable and Wolf continued to frown.
“How much did you drink?” Wolf demanded.
“Enough to not think about dungeons and exes,” Lee answered for me.
“Yeah,” I chirped, “that much.”
“You should drink some water,” Sable said as I scrubbed my hands.
“Okay, mom,” I muttered.
Someone behind me snorted. I scrubbed off all the blood and then nearly fell over as I bent to dry my hands on the towel. Kai lunged toward me, but I caught myself giggling when he scowled.
When I headed for the door, Wolf snagged my arm. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
