Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 41471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
It was a lot different from suturing up his brothers, because with them it was just do it and get done, but with Kenzie, he went slow and easy and kept glancing at her face to make sure he wasn’t causing her any discomfort. A light sheen of sweat coated her forehead, but once he was done patching her up and had a clean dressing on the wounds, he let his ass hit the floor.
Damn, if that wasn’t one of the most stressful things he ever had to do, then he was in for one hell of a trip when she was healed up.
Bram ran a hand over his jaw and stared at her. What in the hell was he going to do? He knew damn well he wouldn’t and couldn’t let her go. Even if she weren’t his mate, it was clear that psychopath wasn’t going to leave her alone, so that only meant one thing.
He would have to kill the fucker.
After putting everything away and draping a blanket over her, he walked to the breakfast bar and leaned on it. Having her in his home made him feel a bit calmer, but he was still feeling his animal pacing within him.
The motherfucker wanted blood and wouldn’t be sated until it got what it wanted. A glance over his shoulder showed that she appeared comfortable, which went a long way in relaxing him. After grabbing the Crown from his liquor cabinet and drinking it straight from the bottle, he finally felt the exhaustion from his numerous fights of the night settle within him.
His chest hurt like a bitch, and when he looked down to inspect the damage, he was surprised there wasn’t any bone showing for how fucked up it looked. He needed a shower hot enough to wash away his blood as well as the blood of the fuckers he’d knocked down.
Taking one more long pull from the bottle, he set it aside and headed into the bathroom to do just that.
9
Kenzie came awake in a start and sat up, but the rapid movement caused her to gasp in pain and clutch at her side. Sweat broke out along her face and neck, and when she glanced down at her side, she could see fresh blood start to seep through the white dressing that covered her from rib to hip.
She looked around the rustic cabin but realized it was only part of the décor, as it had all modern updates.
The kitchen was to her right, and a lot of dark wood, stainless steel, and black granite adorned it. The couch she was on was leather and warm beneath her. A fireplace was to her left, and a big-screen television hung right above that. Aside from that, there were no pictures or other things to decorate the house. Bram’s smell saturated the interior, but even if she hadn’t been able to smell him, she would have known a male lived here. It screamed bachelor pad.
Kenzie looked down at her side once more and started peeling away the tape that held the bandage in place. She had stitches, and the fact that Bram had tended to her was so touching that she actually felt tears in her eyes.
There hadn’t been a time in the last eleven years when someone had done something so kind for her. Not even when Rook first found her did he show genuine care for her like Bram did tonight.
The sound of the pipes creaking as water was being shut off had her slowly rising and turning toward the sound. Her pulse kicked up, and she twisted her hands together in front of her. The cabin was quite large with an intricately carved staircase that led up to a loft.
The sound of a door opening had her glancing over at the first door down a short hallway. Steam billowed out, and then the light clicked off. Bram stepped out, a towel covering his head and one around his hips. Everything stalled inside her as she let her eyes travel up and down his body. His wounds were horrid and were now a bright red from his shower, but even that didn’t detract from the overall power that made up the bear.
His shoulders were wide and his arms massive with layers upon layers of muscle. His chest looked like stone, well-defined, with a six-pack that was so ripped it almost seemed unreal. He also had that tight V of muscle that disappeared beneath the towel. She sure as hell didn’t know what it was called, but damn did it look good.
Rook had been in shape, but where her former captor had leaner, sleek muscle, Bram’s was hard, raw-cut power that challenged anyone to mess with him. He screamed masculinity, and never had she seen a person more… male.