Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: 152. Olive Branch

Maisie

I didn’t remember how we got back to the house. The run to the house had been a blur and I was a mess of shaking limbs, the steady thump of Mercer’s heartbeat as he held me soothing me a little.

By the time Mercer opened the door to my bathroom, I was still trembling.

I stood there uselessly, arms wrapped around myself, while he moved around. The sound of running water filled the quiet space. He knelt beside the tub and tested the temperature with his fingers.

I felt his eyes on me, on the blood crusted in my hair, the dirt and claw marks streaking my arms, the way I couldn’t reel in the shakes.

I couldn’t meet his gaze. Didn’t have the courage to.

"Get in," he said gently.

A soft sound slipped out as I sank into the water, the delicious temperature relaxing my muscles instantly.

The water clouded instantly and Mercer repeated the process of refilling the tub, four times, before the last of the grime was gone and I was reasonably clean.

"I’ll be outside, if you need anything," he added after a moment.

I swallowed hard, finally lifting my gaze to watch him inch for the door.

And that was when I noticed the uneven bounce in his step.

A single red droplet hit the white tile. Then another.

My breath caught as the thin trail of crimson followed him across the floor, and there was already so much blood on him, it made it difficult to pinpoint where it flowed from.

But I found it and my eyes widened with horror when I found the tiny hole a dangerous inch away from his spine. "You were shot."

That must’ve been the pain I felt through the bond earlier.

Mercer halted in the doorway. His shoulders tensed. "It’s nothing—"

"You’re bleeding," I cried. "That’s not nothing."

Had he carried me the entire way like that? Walking around with a bullet made of ash in his back like it was nothing?

"When we learn to fight, we learn to tend our own injuries as well." His fingers closed around the door knob. "Don’t worry, Adams. You won’t die because your mate got one silly bullet in him."

I froze. He thought I was worried because... of the bond? He thought I was worried about how this might affect me?

"That isn’t why... I... This isn’t about... I just..." The words died in my throat when the full weight of his gaze settled in me.

Those piercing green eyes cut right through me, dismantling whatever silly wall and armor I thought I had in place. "Why then?" His voice was hard, laced with bitter mockery. "You don’t like seeing me get hurt?"

My fingers shook slightly in the water and I looked away as he took one slow step towards me, reminding me of his state of undress.

"You care whether I bleed?"

I swallowed thickly as he drew closer.

"Somewhere underneath all that righteous fury, you give a damn what happens to me?"

Every word landed somewhere deep inside my chest and my pulse hammered.

"Use your words, Adams."

What have you ever done to deserve to deserve them?

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