Alpha Ryder’s POV
Did she hear me? Her gaze on me was both confused and uncertain. I was confused, too. Why was she staring at me like I said the strangest thing? I knew I did not say that out loud. I could not be that foolish. Or did I?
“Is there a problem?” I asked.
She stared at me for a minute before shaking her head, knotting the bandage. She looked at her handiwork for a minute, checking how good it looked, then she nodded and began packing up the waste.
I knew she was still thinking. It was all over her face, like it always does. That was how she was. Never being able to hide what she was thinking from her facial expression. Though I knew, not all was able to leak to her face.
She used a small bag to gather the used cotton. With how slow she was doing that, it was another sign
