I hissed softly when the cotton pad touched the side of my cheek.

Luther paused immediately.

“Sorry,” he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, gentle tone that didn’t match the tall, powerful, terrifying alpha everyone else saw when they looked at him.

His thumb steadied my jaw, tilting my face up so the light hit the cut.

He was so careful… too careful.

It made something twist in my chest.

“Do you think he believes me?” I whispered.

“About Nigel?” Luther’s eyes ...