Chapter 6 - WOUNDS UNSEEN
Back at the estate, the adrenaline faded, leaving only blood. Adrian had taken a graze to his shoulder. I found him in the master bathroom, struggling to stitch the wound himself. "Let me," I whispered, taking the needle from his bloody fingers. He watched me with those intense gray eyes as I cleaned the raw flesh. "You didn't run at the gala," he noted quietly. "I wouldn't have made it to the door," I replied. Adrian’s hand suddenly caught my wrist. "I wouldn't have let them touch you, Elena. Fake fiancée or not. You are under my protection."
