Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
“Goldilocks.” I look at Khalil, and he nods to Seth’s hand—the one holding the scissors—and I pick up on the unspoken order.
“Seth, can I have the scissors?” I hold out my hand for him to place them in, but he clutches the scissors tighter.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he explains.
“You won’t. Give me the scissors.”
“If you have them, I will. I won’t be able to help it, Sunshine.”
I drop my hand with a sigh. “Why do you think that, Seth?”
“It’s the memories of what Isaac did to him on that table,” Thorin answers when Seth remains stubbornly silent. “He doesn’t like anyone coming at him with sharp objects.”
Hence, why Seth doesn’t like haircuts…
God, I’m going to need a list so something like this doesn’t ever happen again. I’m already cursing my big mouth. It fucking burns me that Seth thinks he has to go to such measures to please me.
“Seth, listen to me.” He lifts his head, his green eyes filled with worry and shame. “Grow your hair down to your fucking knees. Dye it pink. Cut it all off. I don’t give a shit. But never ever put yourself through this again. I do not care what you look like, you fool. I love you.” Seth’s eyes widen, but I hold his gaze steady as I hold out my hand. Yes, I know what I just said, and I fucking meant it. “Now give me the damn scissors.”
He holds out the shears, and I make sure to wrap my hand around the blades, risking cutting my hand open so that he doesn’t see them when I take the scissors from him.
I feel Khalil hovering behind me, so I hand him the scissors without taking my eyes off Seth. The moment Khalil moves away to hide those fucking things, Seth reaches out and pulls me into his lap.
“You love me,” he says while nuzzling my face with his.
“Yes, Seth.” I tilt my head back and smile when he kisses my neck. “I love you.”
“Oh, sure,” Khalil drawls when he returns. “You get cut, and I get thrown into a wall, but Seth is the one who gets coddled.”
Thorin grunts his agreement, and when I look over my shoulder, I see him swaying on his feet when he tries to straighten.
“Thorin!” Shooting to my feet, I rush over to him. I reach him just as he collapses back against the couch. “Khalil, help me.”
Khalil curses and nudges me aside so that he can help Thorin around the couch. Thorin is passed out by the time Khalil lays him down, and my worry skyrockets. I’m actually wringing my fucking hands.
“Fuck,” Khalil grumbles when he peels back Thorin’s T-shirt to inspect the wound. “Seth got him good. Help me get this off.”
I help by lifting Thorin’s head and arms while Khalil frees him from the confines of the shirt. “What now?”
“We need the first aid kit. It’s downstairs.”
I go to stand when I hear Seth speak. “Here.”
Looking up, I see he’s already holding Thorin’s med kit when I hadn’t even noticed he’d left the room. Khalil takes it from him and thanks him.
“Shouldn’t we take Thorin to the hospital?” I ask when Khalil begins rifling through the medical supplies.
“Not if I can help it. It’s really not that bad. Thorin is just being dramatic to get you to fuss over him like you were doing Seth.”
I start to tell Khalil how ridiculous that sounds when I catch Thorin peeking an eye open before quickly closing it when he sees me watching him.
“Are you freaking kidding me?” I yell as I stand.
Thorin sighs and looks pretty proud of himself when he opens his eyes now that his ruse has ended. “Can you blame me?”
“Yes!”
“Don’t mind him, Sunshine. He’s just jealous.”
Thorin lifts his chin. “Damn straight.”
I grab one of the throw pillows from the couch and hit him in the face with it. “I can’t believe you.”
I go to storm away when Thorin reaches out and catches my hand, aggravating his wound further in the process. Khalil barks at him to stay still, but Thorin keeps his blue eyes on me. “I’m sorry for making you worry, wolf. Stay with me. Please.”
I debate it for a few seconds, torturing him even more than Khalil is as he cleans the wound before I go to kneel by Thorin’s shoulder. I notice he’s sweating profusely, so I tell Seth to bring me some cool water and a cloth. When he returns, I play nursemaid, dabbing Thorin’s forehead with the cool cloth while Khalil patches him up.
Seth busies himself cleaning up the mess he made, and half an hour later, we’re all too exhausted from this day to participate any further. Khalil orders Thorin to stay off his feet for the rest of the day so as to not tear open his stitches. Thorin asks me to keep him company, and Seth insists on coming, too.