Chapter Fifty-Seven

"How long have I been laying on the bed?"

"It's not even been up to two hours yet," I got a response back from Sophia who was helping me pick out a gown from her wardrobe. "You sustained a severe blow to your head. I could even see your brain. A normal werewolf would have died from an injury of such gravity, but I'm sure you managed to survive because you're an Omega. Also, you're lucky I found you just in time."

I rolled my eyes away from Sophia, staring at Lucan who nonchalantly sat on the floor with his back against the wall. He still had his pocket knife in his hands and he was using it to pick his nails. "Do you not find it unsanitary to employ the same pocket knife that you used to peel an apple, for the purpose of cleaning your nails?"

"Focus on getting your injury healed," he smiled in a way that grated my nerves, his attention fixated on his fingers that looked absolutely clean from a distance. "I don't need to be coddled like a child."

My eyes remained on him until Sophia th