ZAHRA
“Nevan got you good, huh?” I teased.
After taking a cold shower to help calm our nerves and putting on clean clothes, Tristan sat on the edge of the bed to let me take care of his wound. It looked pretty nasty, but thankfully, it wasn’t deep enough to leave a scar. I held his chin with my fingers, carefully moving it from side to side to give me better access to his injury.
“I took pity on him. Thought I’d give him the satisfaction just this once,” he replied with the same seriousness.
“Oh, so you let him win?” I stared into his eyes challengingly.
In a quick movement, he grabbed both my wrists with his fists. I was already done cleaning his wound anyway, so I played along. “Are you doubting my strength, mate? I won’t take it easy on him next time.”
“There’ll be no next time,”
