Michael glanced down when her eyes narrowed. She really did know him well, though that wasn’t too surprising, after all, they were mates, connected in almost every sense. “If you want, I’ll go ask one of the Death Dealers outside to bring me a blood bag, if that will make you feel better.” He offered, glancing at the door for a moment. He didn’t want to leave Selene’s side, but he would if he had to. “And you’re acting like I don’t. I do take care of myself, Selene.”
❛ yes, please do that. but quickly.
❜ selene may want him close as often as possible, but she also wants her mate healthy… he’s no good to her dead, a possibility she’s had to experience more than once by now.
❛ can you blame me? all you do is take care of others… someone must take care of you.
❜ even if said someone had been in a deep slumber for decades now. she lays beside michael still, slowly but surely going back to who she’d once been.