He looked at her as he began securing the other end of the rope to the door handle of the building directly opposite. "Really?"
"Really." She crossed her arms and looked somewhat defensive. "Why?"
"Because you don't look like a Seline."
She raised a dark eyebrow. "Then what do I look like?"
He shrugged. "Something softer."
A smile twitched her lips. "Softer? Do I look the soft type to you?" His gaze did a tour down her body, then rose to meet hers again. Heat touched her cheeks, and awareness and longing burned in her amazing eyes.
"I think you're cotton candy with a steel core," he said softly. She smiled. "You could be right." Her gaze lingered on his for a moment, and then she glanced down and frowned. "You're bleeding."
A fact he knew, as he could smell the blood. It wasn't much more than a trickle though, and would undoubtedly dry up soon. He shrugged. "Got shot a few days ago. The wound is taking time to heal."
"You'd better let me look at it."
"It's fine."
"But it might get infected."
"I said, it's fine."
She still persisted. "But if it was silver—"
"Damn it woman, I do not need or want your help—with anything." She raised an eyebrow, her expression closed, yet green-tinted eyes filled with anger and frustration.
"Fine. I'll just be leaving to continue my search for those men, then." He frowned. "Alone?"