Cecilia's pov
I stared at Sebastian's "injured" wrist. The sheer audacity of the man was breathtaking..
As if reading my thoughts, he leaned in, his voice a rumbling reminder. "This was Alpha Xavier's doing."
His lowered gaze carried just enough wounded pride to trigger my guilt.
"I could take you to urgent care," I offered quickly. "They've got great anti-inflammatory gels and proper wraps."
Sebastian shot me a look that made my suggestion instantly ridiculous.
He extended his wrist toward me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
"The person responsible for the injury should be the one to treat it."
A nervous laugh escaped me. "I'm not refusing responsibility! It's just that I'm not qualified. I thought medical professionals would - "
Under his intense
