Cesare’s point of view ~~~
The sting of steel against flesh should’ve made me grit my teeth, maybe even bite back a groan, but I just sat there, quiet, slouched into the leather couch as she dug the bullet out of my leg.
The lamp behind her threw soft light against her face, casting shadows beneath her lashes, highlighting the wrinkle in her forehead every time I didn’t flinch.
Her hands were steady. I’ll give her that. Maybe too steady for someone who claimed she didn’t want to be involved.
The bullet finally came free with a slick sound, and she dropped it into a little transparent bag like it was evidence.
Her eyes slid to me again.
The kind of look she thought she was hiding but wasn’t. Weird, half-suspicious, half-curious. It was cute. Too cute.
I chuckled low in my chest. “
