Chapter 8: Having My First Kiss
Siena felt cold sweat dribble down her forehead.
She was quick to let go of Evelyn, taking immediate steps back and putting distance between them.
What the...
What was that look? She’d literally felt her skin crawl unsure what he would have done had she not let go of the human. Was something going on between them? Impossible. Zayne Mancini would never look twice in the way of humans—relationships with humans were unacceptable.
She moved back to him, bending to clean and treat his wound.
While she did, Evelyn rubbed her wrist with a grimace. How could she be that strong? She could swear she’d almost heard her bone crush to smithereens.
It took another ten minutes and by the time they were done, Zayne grunted as he forced himself off the couch, turning to make his way toward the stairs.
"Mr. Mancini, you should lie down. I gave you anesthesia. It should knock—"
"I didn’t ask you to give that to me." He paused, glancing over his shoulder at her.
Siena balled her fists. "It doesn’t matter how much you think you don’t need it, but you do. It will help you get a proper rest. Two days at most and you’ll be fi—"
"You may leave now."