KNOX
Tessa slammed the brown cloth she had been using to tend to my face onto the nightstand. She spun around, eyes flashing with fury as they locked onto mine.
"What the hell, Knox?!" she snapped. "You almost got yourself killed back there. What happened to keeping a low profile?!"
"Thank you, Knox, for saving my ass back there," I replied, my voice heavy with sarcasm. "I have no idea what would've happened to me if you hadn't intervened."
"Well, I never asked you to help me!" she shot back. "Dante was there. He could have."
"Of course," I muttered, rising from the bed and pressing the ice pack harder against my jaw. My healing was taking too damn long to kick in, and this was the only thing dulling the ache. Celina had offered a better option, but I didn't want her anywhere near me.
"I clearly saw your Prince Charming rushing in to save you," I added, my sarcasm sharp.
