Zephyr stepped inside, steadying his gaze on Sylvia whose smile had now faded. Her eyebrows tilted as he approached.
“Back so soon? Couldn’t stay away, could you?” she asked, her voice softening.
Ignoring the comment, Zephyr moved closer, his voice firmer this time. “Miss Russell, I need to examine your injuries. Please cooperate.”
Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief, but she extended her arm with a languid movement. “As you wish, darling. But only because you asked so nicely.”
Zephyr focused on unwrapping the gauze around her wrist, willing himself to block out her presence. Her wound was healing well, the stitches neat and clean.
He leaned away, similarly unwrapping the bandage around her left leg. His gaze lingered on her swollen knees, his eyebrows tilting to a frown.
Sylvia
