Chapter 13 - Small confession

Mina POV

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“I don’t understand.” Mina couldn’t keep the edge of panic from her voice as she looked over Alastor’s wounds in the morning light. “Why aren’t you healing?”

She glossed her fingers over the claw marks on his back, the bite on his leg and the stab wound in his shoulder. Though they had stopped bleeding, they were still open wounds, the skin purple and swollen around them. They should’ve been well on their way to healing after she cleaned and wrapped them last night. Her unease had grown as she watched him sleep, gently checking on the healing process as he rested, but now it struck sharp in her chest as she tried to figure out what was wrong.

Alastor tensed under her touch, a muscle flickering at his jaw, his lips in a firm line. “Now you’ve established they aren’t healed; can you stop poking them?”

“Sorry.” Mina forced her hands to her side, fisting the t-shirt she had claimed from Alastor. It eased the urge to touch him, to explore his wounds again, however, her ey