An Eternity of Dead Sun (An Eternity of Eclipse Novel Book 2) by Con Template Page A

glowered at me, and I suspected it was because I was using my sweet voice as opposed to my abrasive one. I was a brat during the tending process because I was in pain, so I hoped she wouldn’t be too mad at me. I legitimately wanted to thank her for helping me. I tried to smile even more, to perhaps mend whatever hostility she harbored towards me. Before I could even raise the corner of my lips, she threw a white bathrobe at my face and marched out. Eclipse had assigned her to clean me up and tend to my wounds. Now that she was done, she was voluntarily excusing herself from my company.
    I wrinkled my nose in bitterness. That glaring hyena , I thought immaturely. I didn’t understand her. I was honestly trying to be the bigger person by being friendly. Why was she making it so difficult? Was she mad at me because I punched her earlier in the night? If so, what right did she have to be angry with me when she was the one who attacked me first? I was willing to put it all behind me, so why couldn’t she?
    I agitatedly shook my head and wrapped the white bathrobe around myself. I winced at the aches the simple movement elicited. While knotting the bathrobe belt around my waist, I decided to make peace with Demon Girl by simply moving on. Whatever her problem was, it was hers to deal with. I had more pressing matters to worry about and she was at the bottom of that endless totem pole.
    “Bloody fucking hell!” Eclipse thundered the second I walked into the bedroom.
    Terror surged up inside me. Worried about Eclipse, I sped forward to see him sitting on the edge of the bed with Phix standing at his side. Phix had finished tending to most of the wounds on Eclipse’s body and was now stitching up the biggest wound of all—the enormous gash from the glass.
    Nausea gripped me as I watched Phix stick the needle in and out of Eclipse’s muscled arm. After a lengthy period, Phix finally cut the string for the stitches.
    Eclipse freed a tense breath and loosened his strained muscles. He lifted his arm up and inspected the black stitches that weaved in and out of his flesh. Releasing another sharp hiss, he lowered his arm and grumpily said, “Being a Dimmed Demon sucks.”
    The fatigue in Eclipse’s eyes dissolved the moment he rested his attention on me.
    “Teacup,” he greeted, his voice brightening. His head motioned for me to sit beside him. “How are you doing?”
    “Okay,” I replied, complying with his wishes. I swept across the room and sat on the edge of the bed beside him. Though I felt uneasy given everything that had taken place, I tried to play it off.
    “How’s your arm?” he went on to ask, straightening up to sit closer to me.
    “It’s okay,” I said honestly. I glimpsed at his stitches. “Not as bad as yours.” I spared a look at Phix and Demon Girl before curiously tilting my head. “Why don’t you have them use their powers to heal you?”
    “Using demonic powers would leave traces behind,” he explained coolly. “Given the amount of power I exerted, it is best to cease any supernatural force for the time being. We do not need to bring more attention to ourselves.”
    I inhaled deeply, understanding his reasoning. Regardless, I was still worried about his injury. “Shouldn’t you at least go to a hospital for that? It looks really serious.”
    Eclipse shook his head in disapproval. “No. I may be a Dimmed Demon, but I’ll still heal like a regular Demon. It will just take a little while longer.” He smiled reassuringly. “This wound should heal within twenty-four hours, if not less.”
    I nodded distractedly, feeling exceptionally uncomfortable talking to him. I couldn’t stop reliving what I had experienced earlier. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I nearly died in his presence.
    Eclipse’s watchful gaze evaluated my demeanor. The way his tantalizing brown eyes ran over my body made me feel as though he had stripped me naked and saw through the façade I was putting up. True to his