The words dropped between them with absolute, deadly seriousness.Viola froze. Her lips parted in outrage, but the cold promise in his eyes forced her jaw shut. She lowered herself back onto the edge of the mattress, her fingers digging into the coarse sheets, trembling with helpless anger.Sebastian turned away without another word, walked over to the bathroom door, and returned carrying a small white first-aid kit.He knelt on one knee in front of her. Without asking for permission, he reached out, caught her bruised right hand, and drew it into his lap.Viola tried to jerk her arm back, but his hold was firm and unyielding."I told you don't touch me," she whispered, her voice shaking.Sebastian ignored her. He uncapped a tube of soothing cream and smoothed it over the raw, broken skin around her wrist. His rough, calloused fingers worked in complete silence, deliberate and steady, wiping away the small flecks of dried blood with clean gauze before wrapping a soft white bandage aro
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