Viya's POV
The moment I felt the warm wetness on my finger, I froze in shock, my eyes wide with disbelief. "What are you doing?"
Even if he'd realized I was that little girl from his past, this reaction seemed excessive. Frightening, even.
I tried forcefully to pull my hand back. Lucius released my finger, worried about hurting me further, but kept hold of my hand. He stood, guiding me to the sink where he rinsed the small wound under running water.
After washing it, he led me to the living room, opened an antiseptic swab, and prepared to disinfect the cut.
I frowned slightly. "You haven't even finished disinfecting it, and it's already healing."
"It still needs proper care," Lucius insisted, kneeling beside me. His long, dense eyelashes lowered as he focused intently o
