Astrid's POV
I spun around fast, my muscles tensed. "What the hell did you say?"
Damien stares at me, unbothered. "Take off your shirt," he repeats slowly, as if I hadn't heard him before.
"I heard you the first time, you shameless pig!" I exclaimed, my face turning red. "I thought you said no affection at home. Now you want me to please you while—"
"Do not test me, woman. I am not in the mood for any of your stupidity," he spoke through gritted teeth.
I opened my mouth, but he didn’t let me speak. "Here," he said, pulling my hand, opening my palm, and placing a bottle in it. "Since you are too proud, take care of your own injury. And don’t come crying to me afterward."
I glanced down at the object he placed in my palm. It was an ointment for burns. I bit my lip, awkwardness quickly
