~ Sylara's POV ~
His car pulled up in front of a hospital, and my eyes snapped to him, heart hammering. It was just a scratch on my knee, nothing life-threatening. Why was he making such a big deal?
Before I could protest, he was out of the car, opening the door for me.
"It's just a scratch on my knee. I'm fine. I don't need the attention of a doctor," I said.
"Weren't you the one who had said you weren't fine? You even lashed at Jude," he said.
Jude? Was that the name of his driver, who was seated in the driver's seat, paying less attention to us? Before I could ask, he scooped me into his arms effortlessly again like he did earlier.
Did he have to rub it in my face that he was strong?
"Wait for me here, I will be back," he said to Jude, who nodded immediately.
"You didn't have t
