The movement gentled something in his expression immediately.
“This needs stitches.” He muttered.
“It’s not that bad.” I said.
“You say that about everything.” He said.
I stayed quiet while he cleaned the blood away carefully and the tension in the room around us faded slightly while my attention stayed fixed on him.
His knuckles were split open badly. Bruises darkened across one side of his face and blood still streaked across his jaw from the fight with Raze.
“You look worse than me.” I said quietly.
“That’s debatable.” He said.
“You got hit with a metal pipe.” I said.
“And you got kidnapped.” He said.
I exhaled slowly while exhaustion settled deeper into my chest.
Drake cleaned another cut near my shoulder while frustration tightened across his face again.
“He put
