CHAPTER 49

I hissed as Matteo cleaned my bullet wound. The sting of the antiseptic made my skin burn like fire, and I couldn’t stop wincing with every touch. He was so careful, though. His focus was unwavering, his brow furrowed as if even the slightest mistake would shatter me. He was meticulous, his movements slow, as though he feared causing me more pain than necessary. I hissed again when he applied the antiseptic. Damn it, why did it have to hurt so much?

"Please be done quickly," I muttered, impatience rising in my chest. I just wanted to be on my way to class. I had no time for this.

"Shut up," Matteo responded, his voice as cold as usual. He didn’t even look at me as he worked, but I could tell he was irritated. Of course, Matteo would never show it directly, not in front of me, but his tone said it all. He probably thought I was just being dramatic, but I couldn’t help it. The pain was real, and I wasn’t going to pretend it didn’t hurt.