Sierra's POV
I didn't fall down the stairs, but I definitely sprained my ankles. The care in Arthur's eyes as he helped me down on the bed made my heart flutter.
He turned around and paused. “Hey, man. I got an ice pack. I thought you'll need it,” Ian said, looking pale in the face.
Arthur hummed, grabbed the bag, and walked back into the room before shutting the door with his feet. Arthur knelt on one knee as he placed the pack on my ankle.
The sting made me hiss. “I'm sorry. I'll take it slow,” he said.
“Ian looked scared of you,” I pointed out.
“Really? Didn't notice,” Arthur said, but I knew it was a lie.
Everyone could see the way Ian spoke to Arthur like he was scared. “Well, he was scared. What did you do to him? I thought you two were friends,” I said.
“Friends stay away f
