“Well, even so. It will heal soon enough. You are being dramatic,” Olivia said.
“You wouldn’t be saying that if it was your face,” Chase grumbled.
Sighing, Olivia set the nail file away and stood. Slowly, she sauntered to the bathroom.
“Chase, this was a necessary evil,” Olivia said. “We have to drive a wedge between Amber and Julian, and making her doubt his temper is the fastest, easiest way.”
“It hurts,” Chase said, touching the edge of the bruise.
“Stop touching it then,” Olivia said.
Chase lowered his hand, but continued to stare at himself. He looked somewhat pensive as the pain ebbed from his features.
“This… Amber. She doesn’t seem all that bad,” Chance said.
“Excuse me?” Olivia snapped.
“Well, it seems like she actually wants to try to treat my condition. I’d never had a
