I watched Aaron's back as he made a call for takeout, then dropped the phone before coming back to my side. He wasn't making any attempt to change or dress his wound, and he looked like he was carrying it like an armor of pride.
"Maybe you should run yourself a bath. You look haggard."
"You don't like seeing it?"
I looked at him again. There was nothing for me to like, so I shook my head. "No, I don't."
He smiled. "That was a joke. Why would you like a man looking this way?"
I shrugged.
"Excuse me," He said as he stood up. "Let me go run that bath, and then we'll have you washed up."
"I believe you meant I would do that myself?"
He thought for a while. "Can you really?"
"Of course. Who else would?"
He chuckled and left, and I settled back on the bed, allowing my thoughts wander.
Could Kyran really get that dangerous? Could he really be that out of control? How long was it going to last?
