Inside, Reign demanded the first aid kit from Lauren, Dashiell’s maid. Startled to see them, she had rushed over with the kit as Reign dragged Dashiell into the living room.
Now, Dashiell sat on the couch, watching Reign with an unreadable expression as she knelt in front of him, the first-aid kit on the coffee table.
She opened the kit, pulling out antiseptic, gauze, and medical tape. "Give me your hand."
Dashiell extended his right hand, watching her face as she gently cradled it in both of hers.
Her touch was soft, smooth, and warm over his.
She dabbed antiseptic onto a cotton pad and began cleaning the blood away, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"How did you know where I was?" Reign asked quietly, not looking up from his hand.
Dashiell was silent for a moment. "I went to pi
