I didn’t dignify that with a response.
I was too busy cutting away the shredded denim around his wound, my fingers more careful than they needed to be.
It was bad.
Deep. Ragged.
And worse, the silver fragments still glittered faintly along the torn edges of the flesh, poisoning his natural healing.
He should’ve healed by now.
Hell, a strong Alpha like him should’ve been back on his feet five minutes after it happened.
The fact that he wasn’t said everything.
“You know there’s silver in the wound, right? Why didn’t you mindlink the hospital? We could have sent an ambulance or something,” I asked, voice professional despite the racing of my pulse.
Kingsley grinned.
That lazy, cocky, heart-stopping grin.
“Nah, I could walk. Didn’t want another doctor fixing me. Figured it’d be bett
