"I..... i uhmmmm I heard something," I whispered. "I didn't know it was you."
His jaw flexed. "You shouldn't be awake by this time or in here."
Yeah well, my feet had apparently stopped listening to reason, because I stepped inside anyway.
He scowled. "I just said..."
"I heard you hurting," I cut in, voice surprisingly steady. "And I'm not leaving you like this."
His eyes darkened, swirling with something unreadable. "I don't need help."
He was lying. Badly.
I crossed the room before he could stop me. He stiffened when I stopped right in front of him. Up close, the metallic scent of blood mixed with his cologne, warm and masculine, making my head feel strange.
His breathing roughened.
I reached for the needle.
His fingers tightened on it, resisting. "Isabella."
"Give it,to me". I whispered.
A stand-off. His gaze drilled into mine, hot enough to scorch.
Then slowly..... slowly and deliberately he loosened his grip and let me take the needle from his hand.
