Emma's POV:

Adrian all but dragged me into his house.

"Go wash off your makeup so I can put some ointment on your face," he said, steering me toward the bathroom, urging me to get moving.

"No." I shot back, standing my ground. "Do you really think putting ointment on my face will help?"

Adrian frowned, his tone sharp and commanding, "Hurry up! I'm getting the first aid kit."

I sighed, realizing there was no point arguing. ...