After failing at convincing the little boy, Nate decided to postpone his plans. The scent of Lara's blood had filled the apartment, yet she hadn't come out of the bedroom yet.
She was fine, Nate knew it. She was calming the pup.
But he was worried about her wounds.
«Do you have a first aid kit?»
«In the bathroom.»
«Can you show me where exactly?»
«Yes, but why do you need it? You are not hurt.»
«Your mother is,» Nate pointed out.
«She knows how to treat herself.»
«Where is it?» Nate repeated, calm and unmoving. He even leaned back on the chair and looked at the little boy with an expression that didn't admit stories.
The little one jumped off the chair and brought him the kit.
«Good boy,» Nate said, trying to pat his head.
Jaden jumped away in time and sat back at his place.
«How often does it happen?»
«What?»
«Your sister, going on a rampage.»
«Not that often anymore. Scarlet is calmer now.»
