Dex wiped blood off her lip with a damp cloth.
He hadn't said a word.
He shamelessly carried her to a private bathing chamber in the courtroom and she now sat on a counter, with him standing in between her legs.
She was trying to untangle his emotions through their matebond. But she was having a hard time understanding.
She winced, as he dabbed her cheek. He stopped, tilting her face so he could fully inspect the damage. His jaw ticked.
"Baby ..." But as soon as the word came out of his mouth, he shut it. He pulled her into him instead, one hand at the back of her head, pressing her face against his chest.
The closeness hit her all at once. Her stomach and breasts were pressed against his torso, his scent flooding her senses until her thoughts went quiet. His arms went around her fully, and she melted into him. His hug was exactly what she needed right now.
