Chapter 16 · Patient?

"Patient?"

"That's the polite word."

"You don't get to call me that."

"Then stop acting like one."

Kane tried to sit up. His legs slid off the table.

Cillian caught him around the waist and pulled him back. Kane's shoulder struck Cillian's chest. The contact dragged another pulse through the Pact. Heat flashed between them, quick and bright, followed by a deep ache in Cillian's wrist.

Kane went quiet.

His hand stayed locked around Cillian's wrist.

"Move," Cillian said.

"No."

"You're leaning on me."

"You told me to stay upright."

"I didn't tell you to climb me."

Kane's mouth twitched. "You noticed."

"I notice everything in my operating room."

"This isn't your operating room."

"You're on my table."

"Your table is in my penthouse."

"You forced me to live there."

"I gave you a key."

"You put a guard outside my door."

"You tried to leave twice."

"Because you locked the elevator."

"Because you were still bleeding curse ash."

"You could've asked me to stay."

Cillian looked down at him. "Would you have listened?"

Kane's gaze dropped to Cillian's mouth, then snapped back up. The drug made him careless.