Tabitha’s POV
Jace tosses the ruined shirt aside and rests his palm on my back. His gaze burns into me and suddenly I feel so naked and vulnerable, like I’m totally naked in front of him when there’s still a piece of fabric between us.
I expect his serious expression to melt into something ridiculing, like he usually does when we were younger. But he doesn’t. He just studies the injury with a furrowed brow, like all he can see is the pain inflicted on my body.
“Now, let’s remove this son of a b***h…” Jace picks up the tweezer and crouches in front of me. His jaw tightens as he leans in and studies the wound again. I feel his breath against my shoulder before the cold metal touches my skin.
“This might hurt,” he mutters.
No s**t.
I grip the edge of the mattress and hold my breath as h
