“Let me see…” Henry murmured, shifting closer.
I raised my head higher, giving him better access.
His brows knitted tightly, lips pursed in concentration.
He began his not-so-gentle ministrations.
“Ouch.” I whined, pulling away subtly.
“Stay still.” Henry grunted.
Fucking asshole.
He wasn't raising his voice, neither was his anger visible—but… the way he handled my wounds...