Celeste's POV
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"That... Was an unexpected question." Silas chuckled nervously, faking a cough. "Celeste—"
"But I'm being very real about it." I pushed—literally. My fingers tensed, pressing too deeply on the gushing wound until he flinched.
"Argh—bloody... Are you even adding any healing balm to your fingers?" He placed a hand on my fingers, gently pushing them away. "Careful there."
His touch sent sparks through my veins. I gulped, trying not to lose myself. Yet my eyes wandered, from his gaping wound to his hazel eyes which now held something untamed.
Guilt.
"You're trying to deviate. Aren't you?" I pushed the question, controlling my breathing as I swiped more of the balm onto my fingers. Angry or not, I couldn't stand seeing him wounded. "It's fine, I guess. What did I expect?"
Silas breath shuddered, fingers curling on the desk. "Celeste... That's not—"
