"I know you are not weak. Now stop talking, cariño. The venom is already moving through your blood," he whispered as he put one arm around her waist and held her against him before reaching with his other hand to close and then lock the door behind them.
After locking it, he turned fully to her, bent down, and carried her into his arms, walking toward the single sofa in the resting room given to the participants to freshen up after each round.
She was burning up so much he could feel the heat through his clothes, seeping into his skin. The little fool had walked away from the arena like nothing was wrong, but Sebastian had already seen how the black howler's claw had dug into her chest. He knew there was no way in hell she was fine, and she wouldn't be if she wasn't taken care of immediately.
