Althea’s pov
Eros helps me to my feet, his hand warm and steady at my elbow. Sliding glass doors take us into a kitchen that's all gleaming stainless steel and white marble. It's bigger than my entire apartment and looks like it's barely been used.
“Do you ever actually cook in here?" I ask, momentarily distracted from the pain.
Eros’s lips curl upwards. "Occasionally. When I have time. My cook makes most of the meals, and she keeps the place spotless.”
He guides me to one of the barstools at the enormous island."Wait here."
He disappears down a hallway and returns a minute later with a sleek first aid kit.
"That's a serious cut," I observe as he opens it to reveal neatly organized supplies.
"I like to be prepared," He pulls up another stool to sit in front of me directly, taking
