“Let me see…” Henry murmured, shifting closer.

I raised my head higher, giving him better access.

His brows knitted tightly, lips pursed in concentration.

He began his not-so-gentle ministrations.

“Ouch.” I whined, pulling away subtly.

“Stay still.” Henry grunted.

Fucking asshole.

He wasn't raising his voice, neither was his anger visible—but… the way he handled my wounds was a whole different story.

“Christ, don't you know it fucking hurts.”

“Oh it does…” Henry echoed innocently, dropping his hands.

I scowled.

“I wasn't aware you could feel pain seeing as you were only in a fight only moments ago without any inkling to the fact that wounds equals pain.”

My scowl...