Her gaze shifted slowly, her eyes piercing his with an iciness that could make one shiver.
"I hope it will, King Malachi," she said in a scolding tone. She held up the bullet to show him. "Obsidian shaped in a way where it glides around and it looks different. Could be poisoned or anything. Where did you go to get shot like this?"
"I had some things to take care of," he said.
"Wherever you went, you knew you would meet humans. Something serious could have happened. You are King. You have to be more careful. Don't you have guards or anything?"
God. Now he understood when they said breedmate's nagged more than mothers.
"If your wound doesn't heal, you are in trouble. They might have put something on this." She smelled the bullet, leaning over him she put it on the tray.
He tried to sit up but she put her hand on his stomach to keep him down. "Patience. I am not done."
"There is another one in my thigh," he said.
