Kingsley smirked at me like he'd just known I would.
"Like I said," he drawled lazily, "very good hands."
House snorted under his breath and turned to the beta, giving him instructions about post-exposure treatment and a round of anti-silver antibiotics. The beta nodded, already helping Kingsley sit up carefully.
Kingsley swung his legs over the gurney, still wincing a little—but the bastard had the audacity to wink at me when he caught me watching.
"Guess I owe you one, princess," he said, voice low and rough in a way that made heat curl deep in my gut.
"You owe me not getting caught in one of them again," I said tightly, crossing my arms. It was supposed to sound tough. It came out breathless.
Kingsley just grinned, slow and devastating, like he knew exactly what kind of effect he
