Chapter 41

“My best comforter,” Armand said fretfully.

“So it gets a little bloody. We’ll buy a new one.” Tino sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze roving over Armand as he assessed his wounds. He smiled, saying, “If you were human, you’d have some very piratical scars on your face.”

“If I were human, I’d be dead,” Armand pointed out with a brief return smile.

Tino nodded, murmuring, “Thank God you’re not,” followed by, “Don’t move.” When Armand lifted an eyebrow, Tino told him, “I’m going to get these bloody clothes off you.”

He did, being very gentle as he removed them. By the time Tino finished, Armand’s wounds were less noticeable. He knew that by morning they would be healed.

“We have to tell the others,” Armand said.

“In time. Right now…” Tino took off his shirt and shoes then laid down beside Armand, gathering him into a tender embrace.

“Tino. Please. At least call Royce. Among other things, there’s a dead body in that alley that needs to be taken care of.”