For a brief second, his expression hardened in confusion. Then his eyes fell on Siena, who was now crying uncontrollably.
He was both amused and surprised as he asked softly, “Why are you crying, doll?”
“You’re hurt… bleeding… Oh God!” she sobbed between gasps, her voice breaking.
She had seen the blood on his white shirt. But that was not his own. It was stained when he carried the wounded Lino in his arms. But he hadn’t told her. Not yet.
“But why are you crying?” he asked again, this time with a teasing edge.
Siena stopped sobbing for a heartbeat. Her tears clung to the corners of her eyes as she glared at him through blurred vision.
She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. “We should go to a doctor first…”
Cristiano finished the thought in his mind before she could say i
