Leon’s POV
“Does it hurt?” Diane asked, pressing a pack of ice against my nose.
The bruises and blood had been cleared away, but a dull, throbbing ache remained—a constant, uncomfortable reminder of my brother's fist.
“That bastard thinks he can get away with this,” I grumbled, my voice thick with resentment. “I’ll get him soon. Real soon.”
“I’m sorry you had to suffer for my mistake.” She sat beside me, her expression a mask of sorrow.
“It’s not your fault. Not at all. Lysander has been looking for an opportunity like this for a long time. It had nothing to do with you hitting that slut,” I explained, trying to soothe her.
“Thank you.” She gently set the ice aside and began to massage my shoulders.
I gave her a curt smile, leaning into her touch.
“There’s something I want to ask y
