Mated to Dragons novel

---- 10. NATE "Pm going to kill him." I sighed. My eyes darted over Angel's face. A fine layer of sweat covered her pale skin. She had a slight fever that thankfully hadn't gotten any higher. "You know that he didn't have a choice," I said softly as I reached for the cloth. I wiped the sweat from her skin and then placed the cloth on her forehead. My attention moved to her wrist next. I pulled the bandage off and frowned at the mark. It still looked fresh which wasn't a good sign.

"Ts it infected?" Mason questioned. When I didn't answer him, he moved closer to the bed and stared down at her arm. A few more curses fell from her lips. "Stop that," I ordered him. "He didn't need to do it!" Mason growled. "She's our mate, the only mark she should be wearing is ours!" "She's human," I pointed out. "We don't know if she would be able to take our mark." ---- He growled and spun away to start pacing again. "Go get me some hot water," I ordered him.

"Ill clean this and rub some of the ointment on it." "Will it work?" I hesitated a moment. "I've added some of my blood to it." "Thank fuck for our special blood," he muttered as he walked out of the room. Thank fuck indeed. Removing the cloth, I dipped it into the water again and then. My hand froze when blue eyes locked with mine. "Hey, honeybee." She gave mea small smile. "Nobody's ever given mea nickname before," Angel croaked.

"You have such a beautiful name; you don't really need a nickname." Her smile widened and a faint blush filled her cheeks. "How are you feeling?" The smile instantly failed. "My head hurts, and my arm." She glanced down at her wrist. ---- "Mason is getting some hot water for me soI can clean it. I have an ointment that should help you heal faster," I told her. "The doctor's been cleaning it," she muttered.

"He doesn't know much about humans which is why your mark is infected." Angel frowned as she struggled into a seated position. Her frown deepened as her eyes darted around. "This isn't my room." "Tt's your new room," I explained. "You're sharing an adjoined room with Mason and me." "Slaves don't get rooms this fancy or big." "We'll explain everything to you once you feel a little better, okay?" She nodded. "Do you think you can handle some food?" Her eyes darted away. "How about some soup?

It should be easy enough to get down." Angel hesitated and just when I thought that she was going to refuse, she gave mea nod. While she used the bathroom, I put the order through