Lucas's POV
"Just not a fan of needles," I muttered, avoiding her gaze. It wasn't entirely a lie, but it wasn't the needle making my heart pound. I didn't like how close she was with me.
She smiled. "Big, tough warrior scared of a little prick?" She shook her head, still holding my wrist. "Relax, Elias. I've done this before countless times."
I swallowed, my throat dry. "Fine. Just make it quick."
She smirked, releasing my wrist and tapping the syringe to clear any air bubbles. "Oh, I'm not putting it in your arm." She paused, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I need your ass."
I blinked, certain I'd misheard. "What?"
"Your ass," she repeated, her tone matter-of-fact but laced with amusement. "It's an intramuscular injection. Works faster that way."
I stared at her, my face heating. "You're not serious."
"Dead serious." She gestured toward the bed. "Drop the towel and turn around. Don't make this harder than it needs to be."
