Chapter15 Kate’s Pretense

EMBER's POV

"Kate?" I called out, then forgetting for a moment that she was the one who had pushed herself off, I raced down the steps to her.

Paris was already by her side, cradling her bleeding head in his legs, calling for help,

"Someone get me first aid!" he called out desperately and I watched as Kate struggled to open her eyes,

"Paris? Is that you?" she said, sounding strained,

"It's me. Hang in there," he said and looked up as a younger boy, one of the waiters of the banquet, came running with a first aid box.

"do you know how to use it sir?" the boy asked, and Paris nodded.

I watched how he tended to Kate's wound. Already, there was a crowd around us. Just the ways Kate had envisioned it, I supposed. As my shock wore off, I began to see clearly why Kate had done what she just did.

Paris's attention. It all boiled out to Paris in the end.

"Thank you," she said weakly. Once Paris had cleaned up her wound,