Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“None at all.”
“Good.”
Holding her in some way tamed his wolf. Breathing in her cinnamon scent helped to calm the need to go and hunt Daniel, to teach him a lesson about respect. Instead, he held Agatha and breathed her in, wanting to drown in all that was her.
“It’s a beautiful night,” she said.
“Stunning,” he agreed, not that he paid much attention to the sky. No, what he found beautiful was the woman in his arms.
Agatha didn’t live too far from the bar and he saw it up ahead. They arrived at her door and he took the keys from her hands, then opened the door.
“Would you like a drink?” she asked.
“Yes, and I’m the one taking care of you.”
They walked up the flight of stairs, heading to her main apartment, and he urged her into the sitting room. Amelia hadn’t removed any of her furniture, so the place had been fully furnished for Agatha.
“Sit,” he said, walking toward her kitchen. He opened the fridge. She didn’t have a lot of food and he wrinkled his nose.
“What do you eat?” he asked.
“At the diner mostly. I’ve never been a great cook.”
Shaking his head, he opened the cupboards and found a couple of boxes of flavored noodles. This was going to be food for the night. He made a note to stock her fridge. There always had to be food. He couldn’t believe she didn’t have the place stocked. At the clubhouse, they had lots of stuff. The guys were always hungry.
Filling the kettle with water, he placed it on the stove and ignited the gas.
Stepping into the main sitting room, he saw Agatha looking adorable. Her hands were still bandaged.
“How do they feel?” he asked.
“They’re fine. Honestly, I think I’m a fast healer.” She reached for one of the fastenings.
“Stop,” he said.
“You don’t have to worry. It wasn’t that hard of a fall.”
“Agatha, I took glass out of your cuts. You need to allow them to heal.” He moved toward her as she kept fidgeting with the bandages.
“I’m fine. Honestly.”
He sat on the coffee table and grabbed her hand, loosening up the bandages and then peeling them back. There was blood on the gauze he used, but as soon as he removed that and stared at her palms … there was nothing there.
Boyan looked at her hands and then up at Agatha. He knew what this meant.
Agatha shrugged her shoulders. “See, I told you, a fast healer. This is nothing.” She pulled her hand out of his and ran her palm down her thighs.
“There was blood,” he said.
“And that doesn’t mean anything. A simple paper cut can bleed very badly. It doesn’t mean it’s a bad cut.”
“How long?” Boyan asked.
“How long what?”
“How long have you had the ability to heal fast?”
Agatha looked away.
“Tell me.”
“I’m not allowed to tell.” She pressed her lips together.
Boyan stared at her. “Your parents told you this, didn’t they? They told you that you’re to hide all cuts and bruises. They knew you healed fast?”
Agatha returned her attention to him, her lips slightly parted. “They … it was supposed to be a secret.” She nibbled her lip.
“What else did they tell you?”
“Nothing,” Agatha said. “Just that I must have something special in my blood, maybe. I don’t know, it was a long time ago. I just remember they told me I had to be careful. I had to not hurt myself and if I did, I was to hide it. That was all.”
Boyan looked at her.
“It’s nothing.”
He couldn’t tell her. Something was off about Agatha. She had so many traits that made her wolf, and yet, Alpha couldn’t bring her wolf forward. According to her file her mother was a human and her father was a wolf.
What kind of experiments was Milton into? His wolf didn’t like this. They had seen what mixing wolf blood with a human had done. There was a guy who was close to death because it didn’t work. What if Agatha turned and it killed her? A human body couldn’t withstand the change.
There was a risk he’d lose her.
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Did Boyan think she was weird?
Over the years, as a child, she did get into a lot of scrapes. Agatha knew she’d been an adventurous kid, always roaming, trying to explore and find everything. Her parents had tried to stop her. They would tell her ghost stories, attempt to scare her away, but if anything, she had found their tales more exciting. They hated it when she cut herself or injured her body. They never wanted to take her to the hospital, and would often try to avoid it.
The pain would lessen, and eventually, the blood would fade and her flesh wouldn’t even have a scar. It was why her parents started to become less concerned with what she did, where they would brush it off as just a little scrape.