Tessa's POV
"I can handle this myself!"
Before I can overthink things, I point towards the doorway.
"I've got a first aid kit in my office under my desk," I tell Evander.
He nods, and–still carrying me–takes me out of the classroom and into the office. Once the door closes behind us, Evander pulls out the first aid kit and looks down at me expectantly.
"Show me your hand," Evander instructs firmly.
I find myself blushing at the sureness of his tone. "It's really not that bad."
I hiss as Evander presses a wad of gauze against the wound, and his lips twist.
"You're a bad liar, Tessa," he says.
Oh, you have no idea.
I bite my lip as he carefully cleans the rest of the blood from the wound.
"I'm sure Mira is dreadfully sorry about what happened to you," Evander says coldly
