Chapter 91
"The pack doctor says that he wants you to be on bedrest for a little while. You shouldn't be moving around unless it's to use the restroom, and you'll need someone to help you. You have a lot of injuries," he says, the last part coming out as more of a grumble.
"What's wrong with me?" I ask. I need to know, no matter how overwhelming it is. I know that the evil bitch witch threw me around with her powers after I injected her with the magic inhibitor, but I don't know the damage yet.
While Grayson's eyes do darken, he manages to tell me calmly what the doctor told him.
"A concussion, three broken ribs on your left side, bruises on your back and neck among other minor injuries." By the time he's done reciting my injuries, I can see his canines peeking out of his gums. "It's my fucking fault."
I shouldn't be surprised that he somehow finds a way to blame himself for my injuries, but I am upset that he feels responsible when he couldn't have done anything to stop it. The four of us went i
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