NovelEnglish199. I HATE YOUR KIND. VICTORIA Only a few seconds passed, but they felt like hours... until he let go. The worst part? He wiped his hand on his leather pants like I disgusted him. "I know you're not from my realm. Don't get it twisted-I'm letting you live so I don't start a war with another territory." He gavethat bullshit excuse even he didn't believe.
"And since it's obvious you freed your hands, heal your own wounds," he added, walking over to a table and tossing a little jar of ointment at me. I was fuming How the hell did this insufferable male dare treatlike skind of contagious disease? "Fine, then send someone to helpwith my back," I said out of nowhere, right before he could storm off. Yes, it was true-I'd already slipped out of the restraints.
"What?" he turned, confused, but I was already hiking up the frills, ---- of my dress, leaving my legs exposed. "What the hell are you doing?!" he roared, quickly averting his gaze when I was left standing there in my underwear. "Treating the bite on my thigh, but I can't reach my back. So send someone..." "No!" he snapped, no room for argument. I noticed the tension in his furrowed brow. His eyes fought not to glance at my bare legs. "Didn't you just tellto heal myself? My hands don't reach back there," I pointed out, as if it wasn't obvious. I walked calmly and propped one leg up on a closed chest. I grabbed the ointment and rubbed it into the wounds that were already starting to close. I knew he was standing there at the tent entrance, silent, but his racing heart gave him away. I waited... bending forward and rubbing the cool cream over my skin. My breasts were nearly spilling out of the loose neckline. "Damn you, woman," I heard him growl from deep in his chest.
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