Thor carried Nica inside, carefully placing her inside the shower stall. Her arm wasn’t dislocated this time, just bruised. Her Shifter healing had already kicked in, but he wasn’t satisfied until he bathed, dressed, and saw to every single hurt she’d received at the hands of that thankfully now dead motherfucker.
“I’m not glass.”
“What?” he asked, laying carefully on his side so as not to jostle her.
“I said, I’m not glass,” Nica murmured, her blue eyes flashing up at him from her position in their bed. “I was taken from you today, but I wasn’t entirely blameless. I was scared of our connection. I pushed you away. I am so sorry I did that.”
“You got nothing to apologize for, angel. I shoulda been more patient. I shoulda explained what I am better. Having the sight makes all those other things way more amped with me. You don’t just get a mate, you get all my crazy quirks, too,” he confessed sheepishly.
“I love your crazy quirks. I love you.”