Serene suddenly felt a sharp pain in her finger.
Carril retracted his nail, lifting her hand and inspecting the bead of blood that formed. He brought it closer to his nose and took a sniff.
“No doubt about it—it smells like gasoline mixed with sewage. You all better stay away from that Nico guy; he’s probably into some weird stuff,” Carril quipped.
Serene was speechless.
She reached for a tissue, but a slender, well-defined hand intercepted, helping her tend to the wound.
Wyatt carefully cleaned the injury and meticulously applied a bandage, smoothing it over with his cool fingertips to ensure it was secure.
The sensation of his cold touch lingered, making Serene feel strangely flustered.
“Doesn’t Wyatt look handsome while doing this?” Ian’s voice cut in suddenly.
“What?” Serene st
