THIRD PERSON’S POV
Inside the apartment, Sophia guided Lance to the couch.
Her small living space was neat but simple. The apartment had a couch, a coffee table and a kitchenette in the corner. It was nothing like the mansion she'd lived in with Damien.
"Sit. Let me look at it." She knelt in front of him and carefully removed his shoes. The cut was deep, still bleeding. "This might need stitches."
"I'm a doctor. I know it needs stitches." Lance winced as she touched the area around the wound. "But you don't have supplies for that here.”
"I have butterfly bandages and I'm also a doctor, remember?”
She disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a first aid kit. Her hands were gentle as she cleaned the wound.
Lance watched her face as she worked. There was somethin
