Nyx’s POV
I made it two steps before he spoke.
“Wait.”
I stopped.
Silence stretched between us.
“The bandages on my back,” he said finally with his voice tight. “I can’t reach them.”
I turned back slowly.
He was watching me with something I couldn’t read in his eyes.
“If I help you,” I said carefully, “it doesn’t mean I forgive you.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
I moved to the edge of the tub and knelt, trying to ignore how close we were and how little separated us now.
His back was to me and I could see the edges of the bandages, soaked red with some of them coming loose.
“This is going to hurt,” I warned.
“Just do it.”
I reached for the bandages with hands that weren’t quite steady.
The moment my fingers touched his bare skin, heat shot through my hand like lightning. Spark
