11. (DANE POV)

(DANE POV)

"I'll take care of her now. No need for the nurse," I told Cami, lifting Jo into my arms to carry her back to my room.

Once we were alone, Jo's pent-up emotions erupted. Overwhelmed by the night's events, she yelled and screamed. I was also shaken, upset that things had escalated beyond my control despite my promises to protect her.

Noticing the blood trickling down her body from the bites, I pulled her into my lap, determined to tend to her wounds. Starting with the bite on her wrist, I began to lick the injuries. An instinct to heal her overtaking all other senses. She resisted at first, her body rigid.

"Just let me do it," I urged her. She reluctantly allowed me to lick her wrist. I continued until I was sure it was no longer bleeding. It would finish healing from my blood flowing in her system.

My frustration was real. My eyes were black, and the red veins pulsated rapidly, indicating my internal distress. Noticing Jo's reaction to my state, I halted my actions and apo