After a few minutes, he was back at her side. “Looks clear. Some of the furniture has been covered with sheets. Doesn’t look like anyone’s been inside for weeks. The grass is overgrown around the deck. It hasn’t been mowed in a while.”
Ivy nodded. “Let’s get inside.”
He helped her to her feet, then was about to lift her again when she shook her head. “No, I’ll walk.”
“Ivy, this is no time for heroics. You’re not proving anything to anyone except that you are a stubborn idiot.”
“Just grab the gear.” She started toward the house, hobbling on her one good ankle.
She didn’t want him to carry her. She didn’t want to have to rely on him. On her own for years, without someone to lean on, Ivy felt weak and vulnerable in his arms. Two things she hated most.
He didn’t argue with her but picked up their bags and followed her down the drive. By the time she got to the front deck, sweat slicked her skin. Her clothes stuck to her back and chest. She grabbed the railing and climbed the stairs, careful not to puke from the pain pulsing through her body.
At the top, Ronan came up next to her and settled by the front door. He leaned down and squeezed the doorknob. There was an audible click and he pushed it open.
Ivy hobbled inside. He followed her in, carrying in their gear. He set it down, then found her a chair and pulled it up so she could sit in the front foyer.
“I’ll find a room on the first floor. No sense in climbing those stairs needlessly. Especially if we need to get out fast.” He did a quick sweep of the house and came back two minutes later. “There’s a den at the back, looks like it has a hide-a-bed.”
He helped her to her feet, and then half carried her to the back of the house. He kicked open the door and brought her through. He set her on the edge of the easy chair, then went about tossing cushions off the sofa to pull out the bed inside. Once the mattress was unfolded, he picked her up and settled her onto it.
His command of her made her feel like a child. She hated that the pain coursing through her made her inept to function on her own.
“Lie down.”
“Why?”
“So I can fix your damn leg.”
“Why can’t you do it while I sit up?”
He fixed her with an intense stare. “Because you need to be absolutely still and it’s going to hurt like hell.”
“Fine.” She plopped onto her back, embarrassed that she’d forgotten why they’d come to the house to begin with. Ronan had told her he could fix her, but she had to lie down. The pain was making her loopy.
Ronan handled her left foot gently, getting it as straight as he could. He then gripped the hem of her pant leg and tore it in half, all the way up to her thigh.
She jolted at that, trying to sit up. “Hey!” Loopy she may be, but she wasn’t going down without a fight.
He pushed her back down. “Lie still. If you move too much I could set your bones wrong. They’d heal crooked and you wouldn’t be able to walk normally again.”
That made her stop struggling. She didn’t want to be hobbled anymore. It made her feel weak and vulnerable.
“Take in a deep breath.”
She did, just as he wrapped his hands around her ankle and pressed down.
Pure dark agony sang up her leg. She gritted her teeth and bit down on her tongue. Blood filled her mouth, but it at least made her think about something other than the pain searing her foot.
Sweat dampened her forehead. She felt faint, light-headed. She was in fear of passing out any second. Then the pain receded a little. Just enough that she could put together some coherent thoughts.
She glanced down her body to her feet. She could see a faint blue glow around her left ankle. It emitted from Ronan’s hands as he held her still, pressing tight against her bones. His eyes were closed, and she could see the muscles at his jawline flexing. His face was sweat slicked, and she wondered if he, too, was in pain. It appeared that he was.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pain stopped. Instead, a warm floating feeling settled into her bones and muscles. It was as if she was suspended on her back in a sea of warm water.
Ronan let her ankle go and stood up, looking down at her. His brow was still creased but he didn’t have that pained look in his eyes.
She smiled up at him. She couldn’t help it; she felt giddy. “Wow. You’re good.”
“Your bone is fused back together. I also infused you with a kick of endorphins. That’s what you’re feeling right now.”
“I like it.” She reached up to him and grabbed his hand. But his skin seared her and she snatched back her hand. “Ow. You burned me.”
Ronan rubbed the palms of his hands on his pants. “Part of the process, I’m afraid. Healing burns my hands.”
“Are you in pain?”
He shrugged. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
“You should shoot yourself up with those endorphins.”
“Doesn’t work like that.” He continued to rub his hands on his legs, looking down at them with a forlorn look on his face. A look of loss, maybe.
She liked looking at him. He was an attractive man, with that dark tousled hair and those intense eyes. He had strong facial features and a full mouth. She remembered how those lips had felt on her skin. And she longed to feel them again. Maybe she could erase the pain from his eyes.
She slid over on the mattress and patted it beside her. “There’s room for two. You need some sleep, as well.”
He considered her. “That’s the endorphins talking.”
“I don’t care.” She grabbed his hand again, this time holding on tight despite the burning sensation. She tugged him to the bed.
He knelt one knee on the mattress, then settled his full weight down beside her. He stretched out on his side, his body barely brushing against hers. But she could still feel the heat of him covering her.
She turned onto her side to look at him. To really look at him. She traced one finger along his jawline to his mouth. He opened his lips slightly as she ran her fingertip over them. “You’re really quite beautiful.”
He reached up and stilled her hand on his mouth to softly kiss her fingertips. “So are you.”
“You know, I really don’t want to like you.”
“I know.” He smiled and kissed her fingers again. “I don’t want to like you, either.”
“Even with your demon blood, you’re a better man than most I’ve known.”
“And for a hunter, you’re a damn fine woman.”
She laughed at that, then wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him close. She covered his mouth with hers and kissed him hard.
At first he hesitated a little, but his resolve soon broke and he was fisting his hands in her hair and tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Lips touching, tongues stroking, teeth nibbling. It was a long, hard, wet kiss that made her stomach clench and her thighs tingle with anticipation.
Ronan broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. He traced his fingers down her cheek to her neck and back. “We don’t have to, you know. I could just hold you.”
She snorted. “Oh, no, we have to.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m feeling no pain right now.”
He shook his head. “It’s not the right time.”
