LIANA’S POV
I kept my gaze locked on the blanket covering my lap as the heat in my ankle contained a pulse—a dull reminder of my eerie fall. The room was filled with tension I couldn’t name.
“Let me see,” Reed’s deep, velvety voice broke the silence.
My head jerked up to find him approaching me, his tall, commanding frame moving with effortless grace. He crouched beside the bed, every inch of him exuding power and control. His dark, stormy eyes caught mine for a brief second, and I swore my heart tripped over itself.
“Your ankle, Liana,” he repeated, softer this time, the corners of his lips curling into a teasing smirk.
“Oh,” I mumbled, dragging my leg out from under the blanket. He reached out, his long fingers brushing against my skin as he cradled my ankle in his hand. The warmt
