33. Fall for me.

As they walked, Olivia's foot caught on something hidden beneath the carpet, triggering a mechanism that snapped shut around her leg. She cried out in pain, and Devon was immediately at her side, helping her to a chair. She sat down, her gaze fixed on him, while he focused on her leg, pretending not to notice her eyes on him.

He was startled to see that the wound had already begun to heal. It was far too soon for that. He recalled his own early training, when injuries would linger, taking time to mend. But Olivia's wound had closed in mere seconds.

Devon narrowed his eyes, masking his surprise. He examined the leg for a moment longer before letting it drop to the floor, acting as if the lack of blood was expected.

"You're fine," he said, his tone dismissive. "Now, your wish, Olivia." He reminded her of the promise he had made, curious to see what she would ask for.