Kaira slowly looked up at him and gave a small, tight smile.

"I feel… much better now," Damian said quietly, his eyes on her.

The car started and rolled forward.

Damian’s gaze dropped to her wrist; the one that was hurt. He kept staring, his expression unreadable.

What is he looking at? Kaira followed his eyes and saw he was watching the rope burn.

She tugged her sleeve down to hide it.

But Damian gently took her hand, his fingers warm against hers.

"Let me," Damian said softly, ...