Addison was more worried about the blood running down his leg. It seemed to come from the wounds in his stomach. But he’d pulled his cape close and she hadn’t gotten a good look at any of his injuries. “How far to your home?” She could hear the concern in her voice and it was clear Griffin heard it as well. He glanced down at her, the imperious expression she was used to seeing on his face melting away. “Half the morning, maybe less.” “That far!” Half the morning meant nothing to her, but it seemed like an impossible amount of distance to cover, especially for an injured man. “It’s not that far. It’s closer than you think.” He was wincing with each step, his stride uneven. “But you’re badly injured, losing blood. We should…” “I am fine, Addison. Shifters heal faster than humans. By the time we’re home, I’ll be well.”
