HAZEL’S POV
His bruised knuckle. That was the first thing I noticed before he slammed the door in my face. I decided to use that as an opportunity to get into his room.
I hit my knuckles on the door, hoping he would open back up for me, but there was no response. I knocked a few more times, and after getting no response again, I was ready to give up. But an idea popped up in my head.
“I saw the bruise on your knuckles,” I yelled, “They looked really bad. Can I help you take care of it?”
Silence hit the air and I began to rethink my decision, when I heard the doorknob begin to rattle. I watched, wide eyed as the door swing open, and Killian stood there, in his robe that was loose around his chest area.
I got a peek of his broad chest, which made my heart skip a few beats. I
