The door of the villa's private medical wing clicked shut, sealing us away from the rest of the mansion.The family doctor had finished stitching Archie's upper arm, packing his instruments into a leather case before exiting into the corridor. The silence that followed was thick, heavy, and charged with a sudden, suffocating heat. The only illumination in the room came from a single dim lamp beside the bed, casting long shadows across the walls.Archie lay propped up against the pillows, his white shirt completely discarded. A thick white bandage wrapped tightly around his tanned shoulder and upper bicep, stark against his smooth, heavily muscled chest. His dark hair was messy, a few strands falling over his forehead, and his breathing was slow and deep. Despite the injury, he looked completely commanding, a lethal prince resting in the dark.I stood near the edge of the bed, my body trembling. My silk dress was torn at the hem and stained with his blood. My lower lip throbbed where M
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