let me do this.”
“It’s fine,” he growled, muffled by the pillow.
“Why are you so adverse to letting me heal you? It would help a lot if you would just let me-“
“Fine,” he repeated, louder.
“-than we wouldn’t – wait. What?” I halted mid-rant to lean my ear down toward the kin. His face was nearly completely hidden by his dark hair and the pillow.
“Do it. Just don’t…” he trailed off.
“Don’t what?” I asked.
“Don’t read my mind,” he said, throwing me off completely. I leaned back, blinking at him.
“What?” I laughed.
That was what he had been worried about all this time?
I could sense his glare even though I could barely see the glint of his eye from under his fringe. I gasped when I finally finished giggling, shaking my head.
“I’m not going to ‘read your mind.’ It’s more muscle reading. I can’t tell what you’re thinking.”
“You don’t,” he began.
“I promise not to read your mind!” I said, but he frowned. I sat back, sighing. He did not believe me, and I was not sure I believed me either. “It’ll be fine. I’ve gotten better at it since the first time. When I healed Rio’s leg I hardly saw anything-“
“But you did see something,” Levent interrupted.
“-and I’ll probably see even less this time.”
He raised his head, looking at me skeptically.
“That was over a week ago,” he growled.
“So?”
The kin looked me in the eye for a long moment before he returned his face to the pillow, mumbling something into the fabric.
“What?” I asked defensively, putting my hands on my hips.
“You’re incorrigible,” he said loud and clear.
I blinked, my mouth open.
“You’re the one bleeding to death and refusing treatment, and I’m incorrigible?” I gestured with the dagger at the dart sticking out of his back.