“Someone get me a first aid kit.” Jared barked out as he lowered her unto the couch in one of the smaller sitting rooms.

One of the two guards hovering around ran to get it.

Jared turned back to her, face guant with worry as he scanned her. His hands fluttered uncertainly like he didn't know where to touch.

She winced when he finally lifted her injured ankle unto a cushion. “The blood isn't mine all I have are few bruises and the ankle. I’m fine, Jay.”

“No, you are not.” He said ...