“Nick has bad dreams, nightmares, and he sometimes talks—loudly. It embarrasses him if he thinks he’ll disturb anyone.”
“I’ll be sure not to notice. I can probably give him something to help him sleep more soundly.”
“Thanks, but I don’t think it’ll come to that.” Todd paused, taking a deep breath as he concentrated on buttering his slice of bread. “I take care of him, you know. He’s not a possession, he’s my mate. Those…things, I had no idea. If I had—”
“Nick thinks the universe revolves around you. I highly doubt he would feel that way and be so open about it if he was a mere piece of property and uncared for. Neither of you had any way of knowing. Why would you, really? You said yourself that particular creature is very rare. I’ve never seen the condition written up in any medical journals, and it’s likely most people wounded in such a way didn’t seek treatment.”
“I didn’t want you to think—”
Porter cut him off. “I never did. How long have you and Nick been together?”