Chapter Fifty-Five
“I’m sorry, I’ve only got one more towel.” He said, placing it over my shoulders.
“It’s okay, you should-”
“Shut up.” He grumbled, working the towel over my body. “Don’t put me before yourself. I mean it, Cassandra.”
“I-”
“You’re my mate, it’s my job to see to you and your needs.” He said as he finished drying me off. “You’re human and if you get sick because you got cold. I’d be very upset.”
“Getting cold won’t make a person sick, they have to have a virus-” I trailed off as he looked up. Lifting an eyebrow at me, water dripped from his skin and I took a deep breath. He didn't care about what I had to say and I knew it. I felt relief that what had happened hadn’t changed anything between us.
“You’re mine, I’m going to take care of you.”
I looked down, nodding.
