âI need to get your pants off, Mads, to heal you.â Nixâs fingers went to the snap of her jeans.
She knocked his hands away. âYouâll heal the others first.â
âHe shot the main artery in your thigh, Madison. Youâll bleed out before he finishes with them.â Micah compressed his lips together and spoke as if he ground his teeth together. âIâve lost you twice. I will not lose you again.â
âDeath would at least grant me freedom from you!â
Micahâs mouth flattened in displeasure. âPhoenix, I would ask you to do as she requests.â
âGoddamnit, Mads, I swear Iâll heal them immediately after I take care of you.â
Madison glared at Nix. âE kawoja ciok tauqelv.â I refuse your healing. Nix spewed curses in Xapil. âImpressive, youâve learned how to curse in demon.â
Nix scowled. âStubborn.â
Madison clenched her teeth in silent mutiny. Nix cupped the back of her head, tugged slightly and kissed her hard on the lips. Excitement zinged through her system. Her attraction to him always presented itself at the most inappropriate moments.
âI find that stubborn trait sexy, baby.â
âFlattery gets you nowhere, Nix.â She winced at the tug against her wounded flesh as he rested her against Micahâs thighs.
âWhat does?â Nix jerked the hem of one pant leg up and tugged the blade strapped to her ankle out of its harness.
âGood deeds.â
He brandished the knife heâd given her for her thirtieth birthday and grinned. âDoes healing them count?â
âNo.â
Nix rolled to his feet and leveled her with his stare. âYouâre a hard woman to please.â
âCease the flirtations with my wife.â Micahâs grip on her shoulders intensified. âHeal those bottom-feeders, and then heal her.â
