Chapter 29

• RYAN'S POV~
• "Fuck!" I gritted my teeth, barely able to stifle a curse as Old Nonna roughly removed the soiled bandage from my wound. Her rough, calloused hands felt like sandpaper against my skin as she yanked the cloth away, ignoring my sharp intake of breath.
• I stared straight ahead, eyes narrowed, the air practically crackling when I resisted the urge to snap at her. A thin trickle of blood stained my skin, the sting of the fresh air on the wound a welcome relief from the pain.