“Technically you can.” Mal retorted, rolling her eyes at her fiance. Platformed boots carried the pixie over to the hunter, hands reaching out to caress his bare chest. Glowing green eyes fixed him with a worried look. “Are you going to show me or do I have to give you a thorough physical?” Whether he had healed or not, Mal had felt the pain bite into her flesh, gnawing at her nerves and making her wince. Any pain made her fret about her bonded, often biting her lower lip and pacing as she wondered whether he’d return to her or not. “I knew I should’ve gone with you.”
“I don’t know how,” Jace teased, trying to keep her as calm as possible. He moved to lay a hand over hers, guiding it to his side where he scar was almost gone. “I’m fine, Mal.” he promised, leaning to kiss her forehead. “It’ll be completely healed by the morning. We needed you here, and it felt way worse than it actually was.”
“Fancy meeting you here.” Mal smirked at the nephilim when he entered their room. “Are you stalking me, because that would be creepy.”
Jace rolled his eyes as he walked into their room. “You can’t stalk your fiance, Mal.” he teased. “Besides, you enjoy the attention I give you too much anyway.” he moved to take the cut shirt off, glad the wound was healed, but he knew Mal had felt the burn from it.
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