Chapter 38

• I carefully tended to Zane’s wounds, trying my best to maintain a professional demeanor despite how awkward it all felt. I had outright refused to let him get any closer earlier. Now, sitting in front of him, I couldn’t even meet his eyes for fear of seeing the disappointment I’d caused.
• Surprisingly, he didn’t say a word. He just watched me—those sharp silver eyes following every motion of my hands as I pressed the damp cloth against his side. The tension between us was suffocating. It wasn’t the silence itself, but what it carried—unspoken words, unacknowledged pain.
• “Are you alright?” His low, husky voice broke through the heavy air.