Warning: SPG
It was expected of her to jerk away from him. But Siren watched in silence as Julio wet her wound. He would scoop his hand for water and bring it up to her arm, following the direction of her scratch down. It wasn't long and deep. Siren never felt unconscious of her small wounds before, but having Julio stared at it longer than she ever did…
Clearing her throat, she slowly took her arm back and retreated from his reach. Julio's stoic face didn't change one bit.
"It's rare for killers to help heal wounds, don't you think?" the words were out of her lip before she could contemplate them.
"Was it rare for prostitutes not to get laid for days now?"
She blinked. It took her a full minute before she realized he was talking about her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I didn't
