#Chapter6

I didn’t know what time it was when the door opened again, but I cringed when it did. Fear coursed through me, making my eyes dart to it. I was worried Darius had returned to inflict more injury on me. My leg needed to be set back into place, and I needed a doctor. Without my mates, I had no way of fixing it myself with one hand, and I doubted I could, anyway. My pain threshold wasn’t the highest.

Relief flooded me when I realized it wasn’t him. It was my usual morning visitor. He walked in, and I watched him as he tossed the water bottle through...