Chapter 170. Let Me… Take Care Of You

Althea’s voice was so quiet that he almost missed it, but the genuine worry in her tone made him smile. Gavriel brushed his fingers along her cheek, his eyes dark with warmth.

“I’ll be fine,” he murmured, his voice rough but steady. It was the first time he had ever shown this much restraint, but there was no way he would claim her while she was bleeding. Still, she looked so endearing to him, worrying over something so simple, her concern making his chest ache in the sweetest way.

Her blush deepened. “You’re lying,” she whispered, half-teasing, half-concerned.

Gavriel chuckled under his breath. “Maybe. But I’ve learned patience, Althea. And you make it worth it.”

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with hers. The tension between them crackled, almost tangible, an invisible pull neither could ignore. His thumb traced the line of her lower lip, lingering there, making her shiver.

“You really shouldn’t look at me like that,” he said in a low voice.