"…You slept with Yuzu?"
"And what's wrong with that?"
Niky, who had been letting most of Yeva's nagging slide past him up to that point, finally responded, as if nothing about what he had done was the slightest bit questionable.
"You're seriously injured, Boss! I know you men love to act like gunshot wounds are nothing more than scratches. But this time it was bad. Whoever shot you wanted you stuck between life and death without actually killing you."
As always, Yeva's scolding blended seamlessly with genuine worry. Niky should have known how shocked Yeva must have been when he knocked on her room earlier with a smile on his face and blood seeping through fresh bandages. Yeva had sacrificed her entire night to save him, yet here she was again at dawn, forced to treat him once more.
It was obvious that Yeva was furious that Niky treated his wound so lightly. Although she still spoke respectfully, her tone revealed clearly just how frustrated she was.
"I don't regret it."
