I was lying on the bed with one pillow behind me and another pillow under my legs. Lucian returned back with a glass of cold water, a washcloth and ice in a tray. I grabbed the glass of cold water and took a small sip of it. As much as cold water soothed my aching throat, it also increased my pain. I couldn't swallow properly. It ached to even drink water. He placed the ice in the washcloth before wrapping another cloth over it as he placed it over my sore ankle. I hissed in pain, but it helped once I got used to the ice on my ankle.
Lucian smiled warmly at me when I looked at him and my heart ached inside my chest. An assassin was mending me, helping me with my pain. Did he love me too? The question kept hitting my mind. My eyes held his gaze, his midnight eyes looking at me with utmost
