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"I wasn’t followed"

Prowling forward, Salvatore stripped off his tattered jacket and shirt, tossing theh she couldn’t hide the ered on his bare chest

"What are you doing?"

"I need you to dig out the silver in my shoulder"

"With what?" She shook her head as Salvatore reached down to pull the dagger from the sheath at his ankle "No No way"

Salvatore plucked the gun fro the hilt of the dagger into her unwilling fingers

"It has to be done, Harley I can’t reach them"

She clenched her jaw, trapped between her desire to condee that his injuries wouldn’t heal until the silver was gone

"Damn" She pointed toward the chair by the s his seat, Salvatore waited until Harley was standing rigidly behind hirasp her hand and press it to his lips

"Just the silver, cara"

She predictably yanked her hand from his touch, but Salvatore didn’t miss the care she took not to jostle his shoulder

"If I decide to kill you, it won’t be with a knife in the back," she ainst his knees, Salvatore closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing Unlike va trance to avoid his injuries Until he could shift, he had to grin and bear it

Well, not grin

It washis head, Salvatore clenched his teeth, trying to reh his flesh, searching for the silver shards that had burrowed deep beneath the skin

Harley cursed beneath her breath as she struggled with a particularly defiant shard

"A into e knife," he pointed out softly

There was another searing jolt of pain, then blessed relief as the last of the debilitating silver was reear

"I think that’s it," she ed froy, shifted into his wolf for pleasure in Harley’s gaze that clung to his large body with unconscious appreciation, perhaps even have done a bit of showing off to prove the strength of his body and the beauty of his thick raven fur

Now, he sprawled on the carpet and shuddered as he struggled to heal his wounds, feeling as weak as a pup despite thewould have to wait

A damned shame

It was one of his finer talents

His shoulder craether, the burned flesh being restored, although it re bond, it would take so himself only a briefhis wolf, Salvatore grudgingly shifted back to hu as he shakily rose to his feet

A Were was rarely modest

He did pause to scoop the aic to kno close he had to keep the thing to hide his scent, but he wasn’t willing to take any chances

"Cristo I need a shower," hetoward the bathroos"

"Are you going to be okay?"

"You’re not getting rid of lanced over his shoulder and pointed toward the bags on the bed "Eat"

She stuck out her tongue "Yes, sire At once, sire"

"And behave yourself"