Page 64 of Her Silent Knight

“He’s going to pull through, Caro.”

When the woman sniffled, tears formed in Sinclair’s eyes. Poor thing. Here Sin was, trying to think of a way to kill her mate, while this woman was trying to think of a way to save hers. Sin felt no guilt for her wants. However, she did feel bad for the other woman.

“It’s been two weeks since that fucking rabid wolf shifter clawed him up like that. He hasn’t opened his eyes. He hasn’t moved. Not once. He hasn’t....” The woman choked up.

Damn. Sin blinked back tears. Her dad used to say, just because you think you have it bad, just remember, there’s someone out there who’s going through something harder or more painful than you are.

This woman was suffering in a way Sin had never suffered. Sin didn’t have to know the woman to feel bad for her. Though she’d been on this frozen tundra for two years, she hadn’t lost her human decency. Yet.

“The medics will figure out what’s wrong with him,” her dragon said.

“Two weeks, K. Two weeks.”

“Don’t lose hope, Caro. You have to hold on to hope, for him. He needs you to be strong.”

The woman sniffled again. “You’re right. I’m sorry for breaking down like this.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I’d be just as torn up if something happened to my mate.”

Liar. Or was he serious? He sounded serious. It wouldn’t sway her decision.

The woman cleared her throat. “I still have a few things to go over on the list...”

“Let’s do it tomorrow. Hopefully, my mate will be up and she may have a few things she’d like to add to the list. Go sit with Nachik. We’ll be okay here.”

Look at him, being considerate of her all while being mindful of this woman’s feelings and letting her leave so she can go be with her man. Nachik? That sounded like an Indian name. One she’d heard before.

“Thank you, K. Contact me when you’re ready to have more stuff delivered. I’m going to sign off and go see Nach.”

She’d seriously heard or seen that name somewhere before. The sound of a door opening and shutting drew her attention back to her situation. She was alone with her dragon. Again.

Maybe she should play dead. There had to be a spell that would slow down her heart rate. Then again, her silly ass would probably end up stopping her heart for real. She wasn’t ready to face him yet.

She’d just pretend she was sleep. The bedroom door opened. Sin squeeze her eyes shut. The covers were pulled over her head. The universal sign of, I’m sleeping. If he was really a considerate mate, he would leave her alone.

She heard him moving around on the other side of the room. It sounded like he was fiddling around in the chest. The sound of his steps let her know he was to the left of her. Then she heard him messing around with the dresser.

This dude was unpacking. And he wasn’t being quiet about it. Rude. What happened to the considerate dragon who wouldn’t let ol’girl enter the bedroom because his mate was sleeping?

It was all an act. Her thoughts strayed to the way he behaved when she was cuffed to the bed. That definitely hadn’t been an act. She squeezed her eyes shut. No thinking about that. She was the one who should’ve been acting then.

Yet, that shit had become real, really quick. Just thinking about the way his tongue parted her folds and the way his fingers had slid in and out of her to a tempo she’d quickly began rotating her hips to, made her wish she’d allowed herself to have one orgasm before attacking him.

Ugh, quit thinking about it,she chastised herself. No. She wasn’t the problem. Her hot to trot twat was the problem. Just because it had been a while since she’d had a dick, didn’t mean she could have a meet and greet with any old random tongue.

Any old thick tongue that had applied just the right amount of pressure on her clit when he tongued her down. And to think, her pussy was the first one his tongue had ever touched. She was the only woman alive who knew what his tongue felt like.

That only aroused her more. Ugh. She didn’t want to be aroused by him. How did she even start this conversation with herself? Blame it on her wild imagination. Being here was only making it wilder.

Wait a minute. Why was the room quiet? No longer did she hear him moving around. Sin inhaled deeply. The scent of fire was close. Too close. He was standing right next to the bed. Why?

He pulled the covers down to her ear. She kept her eyes shut tight, but could feel his presence. Damn it, why was he leaning this close to her? When he spoke, his breath caressed her ear, causing a shiver to race down her spine.

“You can stop pretending you’re asleep now, mate.”

Stupid dragon.