Jia Li wasn’t sure it really mattered to know what race a person was though she was a little keener about avoiding lycans when she could. Her psycho ex had been one, and she didn’t want to risk reliving anything remotely like that. She didn’t know if it was a lycan thing or an individual thing, but anger issues weren’t really something she liked to test. Then again, if someone knew another’s race, they knew a little bit more about what to expect. If Jack hadn’t known she was a dryad, he wouldn’t have thought to shove her through the tree when he’d saved her life. Obviously, a human couldn’t have walked away from the stab wounds he’d acquired, and dryads couldn’t, either. Knowing the abilities of a person could be really important.
When they finally got to Jack’s door and she knocked, Kay told her about a small problem. “What!” She cried just as the door opened. She hadn’t remembered the siren telling her that he’d had a policy like that, and even when she thought of it, the memory didn’t come. This sure was a great time to spring something like that on her.
When she caught sight of him, shirtless, her cheeks flushed, but as her eyes picked out the small pink marks that were apparent all over his chest, she paled a little. If the wounds were still something that her eyes could pick out – though they did appear to be shrinking – how bad had he really been? Maybe she should have been more insistent she take him to a hospital? She was too caught up in her thoughts to even think of the fact that he may be without pants at all, and she wouldn’t have tipped the pizza box anyway to look if she had thought of it.
Then he sort of growled at them about his policy, and he slammed the door in their faces. Wow… She couldn’t believe that he had just closed the door on booze, pizza, and Kay. Her brows knit together, and she looked at Kay. She decided not to mention the pink marks that had littered his skin. “That was rude…” She commented softly before adjusting the pizza box at her side and knocking again.
“I can’t believe he wouldn’t even take what we brought him.” Jia Li wondered if he was still in pain from his wounds. How far had he healed? Obviously, the wounds didn’t look all that bad on the surface, but the world had a long history of internal wounds being worse than they appeared on the outside.