Mia Grant lowered her gaze to the hand gripping her wrist.
Her eyes traveled up from his fingers. His sleeve had ridden up slightly from the movement, but she still couldn't see anything.
Mia Grant sighed.
She really wanted to rip his clothes off, strip him bare, and get a good look.
'How could someone as perfect as him have a mark like that on his body?'
'I have to see it for myself.'
'But I can't be too forward. He's so fragile. What if I hurt his pride?'
Back in the school infirmary, she had wanted to take a sneak peek while he was sound asleep.
But the cuff of his sleeve was buttoned too tightly, and she stopped, afraid she might wake him.
'Now, I'll just have to wait for him to change into some loose pajamas and fall asleep. Then, I'll sneak over...'
Her mind drifted, and she completely forgot that Felix Sinclair was still waiting for her answer.
To Felix Sinclair, her silence was an admission of guilt, a sign that she was at a loss for words.
