Chapter 32 Fault Lines

• Lorenzo returned with a small towel-wrapped bag of ice in his hands, his expression calm and focused as he knelt in front of Sofia. The weight of the bed shifted slightly under him, and he placed the cold compress gently against her injured ankle.
• “This should help,” he said softly, adjusting it with care. “Anna’s still tied up with something, but she’ll be back soon to check on you. Until then, you’re stuck with me.”
• Sofia forced a small smile, her gaze drifting to his hands as they held the compress in place. His touch was steady, precise, and oddly soothing, but it was the contrast that began to unnerve her—the cold bite of the ice against her skin clashing with the undeniable heat of his fingers.