Chapter 83

The man frowned, quickly turning his head for just a second. "Turn around, let me take a look!" Calliope sounded anxious. But he acted like he didn't hear her and simply handed her a damp tissue. "Here, wipe yourself off." Then he added, "Lie down. I'll go change the bandage real quick." Without waiting, he turned and headed out. He had on a plain black T-shirt. If she hadn't caught that moment earlier, she never would've guessed how bad the wound underneath had gotten. A tight squeeze gripped Calliope's heart. She remembered how, in the fire, he shielded her with his own body from falling debris-that muffled grunt of pain. It must've been then. And yet, he didn't make a sound, just kept picking her up and carrying her in and out like nothing had happened. Calliope bit her lower lip, annoyed with herself. Why hadn't she taken his injury seriously? Suddenly, the door swung open from the hallway. She thought it was Conrad back again, so without thinking, she looked over quickly and asked