"It's done, does it hurt?" I asked after applying an ointment for the inflammation, and he shook his head in response, but I knew he was lying, and it pained me just to see him.
"Don't play tough, I know it hurts." I said as I approached his face intending to give him a farewell kiss. But I stopped when I saw Tristan's curious gaze, who was sitting next to his father. In the end, I only left a kiss on his cheek.
"I'll be back later."
"Seriously, Sarah? I mean, it must be a life or death situation for you to leave right now. You know we're in a very delicate situation with the Dubois' capture. Are you not going to tell me who called?" He whispered close to my face, and I looked at him intently in the eyes, discovering how indignant he was for not revealing more information.
I let ou
