Elay POV
As Caleb exited the room, it felt as if a hand was lifted from her mouth. A heavy presence that walked away from them with firm steps, restoring the light in the room to its normal level. Jean, on the other hand, shuffled with his hands still in his pockets and plopped down on the U-shaped white leather couch opposite her.
He looked at her with an intense gaze that made her uncomfortable. With his ankles on the coffee table and his shoulders tense, his eyes shifted from her face to her ankle, where the bandage was faintly visible beneath her skirt.
“I didn't know you were injured,” he finally observed with a cool tone, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
“I'm not injured,” she defended herself. “It's just a cut. Nothing I won't survive.”
His expression remained unchanged.
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