SIENNA'S POV
“Ah!” I exclaimed sharply, promptly sliding my thumb into my mouth.
I glared at the kettle I’d just burned it on, as if that would hurt it back.
I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly because my hands were shaking.
Not violently though, and thankfully not enough to spill water or drop the porcelain.
But it shook quite enough that the teacup rattled faintly when I set it on the marble counter.
The sound echoed too loudly in the pristine kitchen, and I sighed as I briefly contemplated whether the pain on my thumb needed first aid or not.
Deciding against first aid, I reached over, turned on the tap and held the red tip of my thumb under the spray.
I hissed softly and sucked in a breath through my teeth, annoyed more at myself than the pain. I hated moments like this
