Elara
When I finished my tea, I carefully stood from the sofa.
"I should go," I said quietly, adjusting the strap of my bag. "Thank you... for helping me."
Damian looked up from where he had been leaning against the kitchen counter. His gaze lingered briefly on the bandages wrapped around my hands before traveling to my scraped knees.
He nodded once before reaching for the car keys resting on the table. "I'll drive you home."
I blinked. "You don't have to. I can call a taxi."
"With those knees?" He raised an eyebrow before glancing meaningfully at the fresh bandages. "You'll struggle just walking to the entrance."
He walked toward the door and opened it before looking back at me.
I sighed in quiet defeat. "Okay."
The drive back to my apartment passed in comfort
