"What do you usually do on weekends?" Inez's head snapped up, and she looked at the man on the bed, whose pallor was looking worse than before. She had tried to help Killian by purchasing some medicines that humans used, but the poison of a mamba shifter was not something that could be treated with a few ointments and bandages.
She said to the man, "Save your breath and call your pack members." Inez was simply exasperated when she thought about how this man was talking about useless things when he should be worrying about his condition. What in the world was he even trying to find out by asking her what she did on the weekends?
"Just answer the question, Miss Sinclair." Killian turned his head and smiled at her with a charming look in his eyes, which would have looked better if he weren't so close to dying. "I mean, there is no harm in telling me about your life a little, is there?"
