TWENTY FOUR

TWENTY FOUR

DIANA

I continued glaring in his direction even after the man was asked to leave and it was only Dante and I.

“I am sorry for hurting your head” he told me

“Please do not act like you are a fucking saint right now, it is making me want to puke” I snapped

His eyes flashed with anger as he approached me.

I was cradling my palm which was still very much hurting from where I had cut myself and I watched his eyes survey me.

“You are injured” he commented, reaching for my hand

I slapped his hand away, moving backwards so I could put as much space as possible between us.

“You have to let me treat that” he murmured, turning around and walking to his closet.

He came back with a first aid treatment kit and set it on the bed before turning in my direction

“I do not want anything from you” I told me

“You are under the impression that you have a choice in the matter and for that I apologize. You will let me treat you or I swear to have you bound and complacent while I treat you anyways