Cole
The lights in my office were dim, casting long shadows across the walls. The door stood wide open, allowing the cool night air to drift in, rustling papers on my desk and sending a chill over my bare skin. I sat on the bench, leaning forward, my shirt discarded beside me. Each touch of the antiseptic-soaked cotton against my wounds sent sharp, stinging pain through my body.
"Argh—f**k! Could you be a little gentler with that?" I snapped, glaring at Matt, who was clearly enjoying himself.
He smirked. "You demoted me from your beta to a personal chauffeur, then a babysitter, and now a goddamn healer—and you expect me to be gentle?" His voice was oddly calm, too calm, like the eerie silence before a storm. I had known Matt long enough to sense when something was off, but for the first
