Aurora’s POV
Thorne’s thumb gently brushes my ankle when he sits in one of the dining table chairs and lifts my leg. I watch as he places my foot on his shoulder, giving him a good view of the bloody claw marks down my calf.
“s**t,” he barks. Blood drips to the floor as he examines the wound. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to fix you up,” he tells me. I nod, realizing that now. I didn’t want to go to the hospital if I could avoid it, but the tight, worried expression on Thorne’s face tells me that’s probably not going to happen.
“I’ll clean it up as best I can, but Doc will have the final say,” Thorne says and looks me right in the eyes. “Alright?”
Again, I nod, unable to say anything as the pain throbs in my leg. The only thing that keeps me from freaking out is his presence and the st
