Erica didn't answer him as she focused on cleaning the injury. She dropped the used and bloodied wool and then picked the kit to take another, as she turned to clean the injury, her eyes widened in shock.
'What the hell was she seeing?' She asked herself and then blinked twice to see if she was still seeing the same thing. It was still the same, her husband's body was healing by itself.
'What the hell!'
Enrique, who hasn't noticed what was going on, went on with teasing his wife,
"I still can't comprehend how beautiful you look as the day passes Erica." He mused, looking at her lovingly. He still thanked the goddess for giving him this beautiful lady as his mate.
He frowned when he saw the shock look on her face before he could ask what was wrong, he felt it. He felt his body stitching by itself, and then he cursed inwardly. This shouldn't happen now, not when he hasn't told her who he is.
"Erica…" he called, his voice in a whisper.