Amber’s POV
After work, I brought some medicine back to the hotel for Julian to take. Within a few doses, she should start to feel some of his aggression ease. It wouldn’t solve everything, and would gradually lose effectiveness over time, but for now, in lieu of renewing our mating bite or mutual rejection, it was the best solution I could offer him.
Yet, when I presented him with the medicine, he thanked me but made no effort to open the bottle. Was he going to wait for later? Why? Wouldn’t he want to cure himself as soon as possible?
“Aren’t you going to take some?” I asked.
“Oh,” he looked down at the bottle again. “No, not yet. Not until after the challenge, anyway. I think the rage might help give me an edge in the fight.”
I frowned at him. “You are going to prioritize the fight
