Soren’s POV
"Your hand is hurt. Let me get the medical kit."
She hurried to grab it, but as she stepped closer, I gestured for her to stop. My eyes flicked to the shattered glass on the floor.
"Don’t move—you’ll cut yourself. Let me clean this up."
"No, you’re the one who’s hurt. I’ll clean it."
I raised my hand, stopping her before she could step forward. Ignoring the sting in my palm, I carefully picked up the glass shards and tossed them in the trash. Only then did I walk over and take the kit from her hands.
"Please, let me," she insisted.
Her touch was hesitant yet gentle as she cleaned my wound. I barely noticed the pain, too focused on her tear-streaked face, her swollen eyes. Even now, she was beautiful—strong despite everything.
"How did you get hurt?" she asked softly.
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