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We casually made our way to Elijah and Kane, who were seated at the bar. Kane was already enjoying a glass of scotch, so I joined him.
Turning toward him, I asked, “Are you okay?”
He slightly turned his head and replied, “Yes, fine. Don’t worry about me.”
I glanced at his hand and noticed it was red and swelling, while his eye had a red mark and his lip was split.
As I rose from my seat, he placed a hand on my arm. Reassuringly, I said, “It’s okay. I’m just going to get some ice and something to clean up your lip.”
As he lowered his hand, I made my way over to the bartender on the opposite side. “Hi, can I get some ice in a cloth, please? And an extra one, damp if you can?”
He gave me a questioning look but replied, “Yeah, sure, give me one second.”
He retrieved two cloths fro
