When the high-level military of Country A launched an investigation into Damien's new identity, Damien who was far away at ixu camp quietly pushed open the door to Kendall's bedroom.
Inside, Kendall was tending to her own wound.
A stray bullet had grazed the inside of her left arm.
Because she had been tense and emotionally drained all day, she hadn't noticed the injury until she felt a sharp sting while lifting her arm to pick something up.
She had just finished cleaning the wound and was about to apply a bandage when a large, graceful hand perfect for playing the piano suddenly snatched it away.
It was Damien.
With a troubled look on his face, he gently began wrapping her wound. In a low voice, he said, "Why didn't you take care of this sooner? What if it gets infected?"
His touch was so gentle, so careful.
Kendall froze for a moment.
Not because of Damien's gentleness she had always known he was gentle with her.
