{Violet’s POV}
He held my arm and I felt pulses ripple around in my skin. His touch seems to make my skin come alive.
He pulled up my sleeves to see my wounds— a.k.a; Shamira’s claws and I studied his beautiful face. Will this be a good time to ask him? Is this a good time to talk about it?
His eyes trailed gently over my wound area and I opened my mouth and said.
“Since I wasn’t dare material, why did you take me to your room that day in your attempt to tend to my wounds when you barely even knew me?” I asked and Liam looked back at me in shock.
He wasn’t expecting a question from me and definitely not this question.
“Let’s tend to your injuries first.” He said dismissively and motioned to pick up the first aid kit we had collected from a nurse on our way back to the Lodge. I could
