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"Come on. We're here." I felt a hand on my cheek and my eyes fluttered open to see Syn standing beside me in the passenger side doorway. I yawned, taking a look around and seeing the palace driveway, and rubbed my eyes, wincing as pain shot through my forehead. "Careful." Syn lowered my arm.
"Wrap your arms around my neck," he instructed, getting ready to lift me out of the car.
"I can stand on my own. It's fine," I whispered as I moved my legs out of the car. He gave me a look, warning me not to make another move and I sighed, giving in and holding my arms out. He scooped me from the car, closed the door behind us, and began walking up the long steps up to the palace.
My eyes closed as my head leaned against his shoulder. I held back a wince with each step we took, but as if he knew I was in pain, he would occasionally slow his steps or come to a full stop to check on me.
I heard him mutter something to the guards as he strode into the palace, but I couldn't fully make it out. With ease and seeming knowledge of the entire layout of the palace, he carried me to his bedroom and opened the door.
He gently set me down at the edge of the bed and I laid my palms on either side of me as I hunched over, keeping my eyes firmly shut. "Here," he muttered, crouching in front of me and tilting my head up.
My eyes opened to see him examining my cut with an intense gaze that made me shiver. He noticed my movement, and his eyes fell onto mine, but he didn't point them out. Instead, he pierced his thumb with the tip of his fang, making a droplet of blood pool at the pad of his finger.
"Open your mouth."
I did as he said, and he placed his finger on my tongue. I closed my eyes and sucked the blood off knowing the healing properties. The metallic tasting substance burned my throat as I swallowed it, and send warmth throughout my body. I felt electricity travel to the wound in my head, slowly taking away the pain and I opened my eyes.
Syn's eyes were hooded with desire as his eyes remained on my lips and his thumb, and I released his thumb. "Sorry," I whispered. He sucked the tip of his thumb quickly before clearing his throat and shaking his head.
"We should get you cleaned up. You have blood on your clothes," he said.
"So do you," I pointed out, taking notice of the pain gone from my forehead replaced with a tired feeling that made my body weak, and my muscles sore.
"Then we both should. Come on." He stood up, reaching both of his hands out for me, and I took them. His jacket around my shoulders slipped down my arms to the floor as I stood up, making me suck in a breath at the freezing cold room.
