Chapter 23: The Alpha's Handkerchief
(Garrett's POV)
I dabbed at the beads of sweat on Eliza's forehead, my movements stiff and awkward. The fine linen handkerchief with the Blackwood emblem felt clumsy in my large hands as I tried to be gentle.
"Are you trying to take my skin off?" Eliza complained, wincing at my rough ministrations.
I frowned, immediately withdrawing my hand. My Alpha pride stung at her criticism.
"I only helped because you looked unwell," I stated coldly. "Your continued treatment of my grandfather is paramount."
Eliza rolled her eyes and plucked the handkerchief from my fingers with a dismissive air. Our fingers brushed briefly during the exchange, and an unexpected jolt shot through me at the cool, smooth sensation of her skin against mine. I curled my fin
