"Do you like mirrors?" Victor asked her deliberately.

Evelyn shook her head vigorously, like a rattling drum. "No, I don't!"

Victor couldn't help but smile, his lips curling up. "Give me the ointment. I'm just applying the medicine."

He emphasized that.

Evelyn was so embarrassed, she felt like digging a hole and crawling into it, never to come out.

Victor applied the ointment to the bruise with great care, his movements gentle.

Although the ...