Chapter 18

Lorraine's fingers had barely brushed the burning welt on Rowan's cheek when he let out a quiet, sharp intake of breath, and under the light, the red swelling looked even more alarming. "Let's go to the hospital." "It's nothing. There's no need to go to the hospital." Rowan raised a hand to rub it, but she slapped it away. She held his wrist firmly. "How can you say it's nothing when you're in such a state? Get in the car." Her car was parked at the street corner. She gently shoved him into the passenger seat. "It's really fine. I'll just handle it at home." "I said we're going." He obediently fell silent but couldn't stop glancing her way. Her fingers on the steering wheel were long and graceful. When the light turned red, she reached over and lightly touched his cheek and asked in a softened voice, "Does it hurt?" His Adam's apple moved, and suddenly, the pain in his cheek seemed to vanish entirely. He shook his head and looked straight at her. "It doesn't hurt anymore." In