She never took her gaze from Zain's and ignored the doctor's question. "Want proof that I'm being sincere? One of the passwords is FX34KT982. Find the files it'll work on, and they will reveal the structures I mentioned, plus a few more extras that should convince you to listen to me."
She barely noticed Dr. Innes next to her. No, she wanted Zain to take her information and at least try to access the data she wanted him to find. She stared as if her life depended on it, willing him to try out the password straight away.
He stood. "I will. But not before we move your limbs a little. Are you ready?"
She blinked. "Wait, what? I wouldn't have pinned you as a physical therapist."
"I've had enough training to massage and move your limbs a little, so you'll have to deal with me for today."
Dr. Innes grunted, garnering Ivy's attention. "Irritating her isn't part of the plan, Zain."
Zain never took his gaze from her face. "I'm sure she wants to get better
as soon as possible, right, human?"
She focused back on Zain. "Yes, but—"
"Good. Then unless you're in extreme pain or need the doctor to look over you right now, let's get started."
As the dragonman stared at her, his pupils flashing between round and slitted, Ivy couldn't look away.
He clearly didn't like her, yet he wanted to get her well as quickly as possible.
Which aligned with her own plans.
So she replied, "I'll be fine, Dr. Innes. I'm ready for whatever Zain has planned."
The Scottish doctor muttered something Ivy couldn't make out, but Zain must have because he narrowed his eyes.
But within a few beats, Ivy was alone with Zain again. She said, "Just try not to break my bones. I know how much you lot like that."
She mentally cursed herself. Angering the dragonman wasn't the best idea.
"Then don't give me a reason to," he stated.
Zain tossed back her blanket, exposing her legs. The cool air made her shiver.
He took one of her bare feet between his hands. His warm, slightly rough fingers sent a rush of heat through her body.
For a second, she froze. No, no, no. She couldn't be attracted to a dragon-shifter.
All they wanted women for was to have lots of babies and either kill them in the process or toss them aside when they were too tired to do it anymore.
But as he rubbed her feet—probably to get her circulation going—she barely bit back a gasp at the sparks rushing up her leg.
For a monster who liked to kill for fun, his warm fingers were like magic.
Gritting her teeth, Ivy remembered every video she'd seen of the dragon-caused destruction, every site she'd visited to view the aftermath, and soon controlled her reaction to the dragon-shifter's touch.
It'd been so long since she'd had any skin-to-skin contact that her body would react to an eighty-year-old man.
Yes, that's right. It wasn't because of the dragonman at her feet specifically.
Which she repeated over and over again to herself as he massaged one foot and calf before the other, not caring if it were the truth or not. She couldn't be vulnerable to a dragon's charms, not if she wanted to find a way to escape once she was strong enough to do so.
The instant Ivy's pupils dilated at his touch, it took everything Zain had to not drop her foot and storm out.
Many human females lusted after dragon-shifters. That wasn't new.