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pole again, she shielded Nick with her body.
    “Please. Stop,” she cried.
    “Move, you stupid waif, or I’ll swing,” he warned, his eyes bulging in anger.
    They were going to kill him. She couldn’t live wit h the knowledge of someone dying trying to save her.
    “I will do whatever you want. Tell your alpha I will do it,” she pleaded.
    The stunt man lowered the bar, but only slightly.
    Nick didn’t appear to be conscious as she pushed at his shoulder. She turned back to their attackers. “Don’t kill him…please.”
    “It’ll be a while before he recovers.” The man lowered the bar. “I’ll tell our leader that you have acquiesced. We’ll be back for you.”
    They trekked back up to the stairs. T he injured on e left a tra il of blood behind. Even though they’d been left outside the cell, she heard the locks being bolted shut, barring them inside once again.
    Selene shifted her attention back to Nick. Using all her strength, she turned him over in her lap.
    His chest moved up and down slightly, but she still put her hand close to his lips to confirm that he still breathed .
    “Nick.” She carefully touched the skin surrounding the bloodied gash in his side. The sight of blood had been something she’d never been able to tolerate. Her stomach grew queasy as the red fluid continue d to slo wly spurt from his side. “Wake up.”
    The strong smell of copper wafted under her nose. There was also another underlying scent. A scent that was unique to him.
    She shook him again, but his body felt heavy and limp on her lap.
    When he didn’t respond, she eased him on to the floor and then rushed back to the bathroom stall. Using the sharp end of a metal she found, she tore the bottom end of her shirt and drenched it with water.
    Selene dragged Nick across her lap again and gently pressed the cloth around the wound. She wanted to apply pressure to stop the blood flow, but didn’t want to inflict pain. Biting he r lower lip, she pushed as firm she could into his side. She wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the other end of the shirt as she kept the pressure applied.
    She hadn’t really taken a good look at him before, but she couldn’t help but study his features now. His facial structure and jaw line were well def ined giving him a clean edgy look. His lips were well formed— not too full and not too thin. He was far from the average male, and exceptionally handsome. He was nearly as twice as big as her, but from what she could see of his arms and chest, most of it was pure muscle.
    He wore some type of cologne, or maybe it was just the way he smelled. Almost like pine trees still wet from morning dew.
    She smiled, thinking about the holiday season coming up. Spending it with family this time around was important for her. She’d never take family for granted again. They always complained that she never came to visit. Her excuse year after year was that her patients and clients needed her help more .
    Selene traced the outline of his thick eyebrows with the tip of her finger. His skin color was similar in contrast to hers—a smooth tea-colored complexion. He’d shaved recently, but she still detected a hin t of stubble along his jawline.
    Suddenly, Nick opened his eyes. “Selene.” A slow grin spread across his face.
    Her heart raced anxiously. “You’re awake.”
    He groaned. “Awake…and feeling awful.”
    “I’m sorry, I tried to stop the blood.” She reduced so me of the pressure to his side.
    “No.” He placed his palm over her hand. “Keep applying the pressure.”
    “I thought you would never wake up.”
    Nick lifted his hand, catching her off guard. His palm was surprisingly soft as he stroked the side of her face. “You have dimples.”
    “Yes,” she said, shyly. A feature she’d inherited from her mother.
    “I like them.” He continued to study her face, while his head was cradled on her lap.
    “You didn’t have to do that for me. You could have been