Damian's POV
The moment I saw the concern flash across her face, something twisted in my chest.
Her green eyes were wide, focused entirely on the blood staining her palm, and for the first time since I'd stormed into that bar, she wasn't trying to push me away.
I could work with this.
"It's nothing," I said again, but I let my voice come out rougher than necessary. Let her see the tension in my shoulders, the way I was holding myself too carefully. "Just a scratch."
"A scratch?" Her voice pitched higher. "Damian, there's blood everywhere—"
"We need to get you to the hospital." She was already looking around frantically. "You're bleeding through the bandages—"
"I'm fine." I started walking toward the car, still carrying her.
Truth was, the wound felt like someone w
