Chapter 13. Little Snake (2)

Medusa’s POV

“Rhysand?”

“Yes, now come out, princess.” He dragged me out of the water, his eyes racking my dripping form for any injury, they hardened upon falling on my arm.

“You are bleeding, fuck!” He cradled my wounded palm in his hands, taking me back to my stone circle in which I was hiding.

“It’s nothing, I haven’t even noticed it, till you pointed it out.” I whispered softly as he seated me on a plain gray rock, kneeling down in front of me.

“Of course you hadn’t, expecting the rogue princess to take care of herself is just too much to ask.” I just listened to his angry voice remaining quiet, relishing in the feel of his fingers applying an ointment on my wound.

“Do your soldiers carry these medicines for all illnesses or are you too careful yourself?” I couldn’t help but make a stupid effort of conversing with him, I missed him so much.

“Don’t make efforts to divert my attention, Medusa.”

He moved away, collecting some fallen