Tender Touch (2)

Rhys was adamant about holding onto Amira’s ass while she leaned over him and started to inspect his injury. She almost rolled her eyes as his hands squeezed. Ignoring her desire and his, which was strongly prodding her, making it hard to resist such temptations, Amira started peeling back the eye patch.

Rhys’ hands gripped a little tighter on her, and she knew this was bothering him more than he previously let on. Amira kept her features neutral as she gazed at his wound. A cut ran across his eyes, and the eyelid was shut, preventing her from seeing his blue eyes. But without seeing it, Amira knew it would be bloodied.

The patch had been a temporary measure until the king returned to the palace. “What happened?” Amira questioned quietly as she began to gently press a warm, damp cloth to the area. “Why has the wound not yet healed? They used aconite or silver?”

“Both,” Rhys breathed out.

“I didn’t think they had access to either,” Amira murmured but didn’t say more when Rhys gave he