Isabella's POV This was Theo…the silent one, the watchful one, the man who looked like he’d snap a neck without blinking. And yet here he was, kneeling in front of me, treating my wounds like they actually mattered. I must’ve been staring too long, because without glancing up he muttered, “I’m not in love with you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” I nearly choked on my own spit, coughing so hard I had to grip the counter for balance. “Excuse me?!” His lips tugged into the faintest smirk, though his eyes stayed on my foot. “You’ve been staring like I just proposed marriage.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I was not! I…God, you’re so full of yourself. I never said that!” “Mm.” He hummed low, the sound almost like a laugh but too subtle, too quiet. “Right.” That one word carried more weight than a paragraph. Teasing, dismissive, and yet somehow… amused. I scowled, trying to find a comeback, but he was already wrapping the last of the bandage, his touch maddeningly careful,
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