Griffon was used to being arbitrary, and no one could change his mind about the decisions he had made. Reaching out her hand, Taya lifted his loose loungewear shirt and saw his back was covered in sterile dressings. To deal with the matter concerning Casare, he had put on his clothes and got up from the bed. His wounds obviously had not healed, and yet he insisted on holding the mating ceremony. This made Taya feel bad. “Go to bed and rest first. Let’s talk about the mating ceremony some ...