Alexander
“No,” I answer plainly. “And sit the f**k down.”
Marcel stands in front of me, trying to hide his wincing every time he breathes. He sits down carefully in the chair across from me in my study. I can only imagine how many bandages are tied around his abdomen underneath his fresh set of clothes.
“It’s okay,” Marcel grits out. “Dr. Zorinski discharged me, said I could go right back to work.”
His thoughts reveal otherwise.
“Even if I believed you,” I say, “I’m not sending out my Beta while who’s injured to go search for my shikra.”
He lets down the stoic façade when it’s clear I won’t allow what he’s asking. “Please.” He looks almost frightened. “I can’t do nothing.”
He means that it would be too hard to lie still while recovering. He needs to be doing something, or he’ll go
