“You’re forgetting one thing.” I tapped my jaw. I didn’t know why I was dragging this out when I didn’t want to be here in the first place, but I couldn’t remember the last time someone fussed over me. It felt…nice. Disturbingly so. Vivian’s brow wrinkled. “What?” “My kiss.” Pink crept over her cheeks. “Now you’re the one teasing me.” “I would never tease about such a serious matter,” I said solemnly. “One kiss for each of my injuries. That’s it. Would you deny a dying man his last wish?”
