CYRENIA
I hissed as Myles dabbed the antiseptic against my face. He chuckled, enjoying my pain a little too much.
“You’re a sadist,” I muttered, looking away from him to keep my face in the right position.
“You’re always acting like you don’t need anyone. Sometimes it’s nice to see your vulnerable side.” He tossed the used cloths to the side and grabbed a square gauze big enough to cover the scratches on my face.
“Like I said, sadist. And I don’t need anyone.”
Myles rolled his eyes, but I pretended not to see it. I relished in his teasing. It was better than the angry silence from before. Even though Myles never scolded me, I still knew part of him was upset with me.
“No, you don’t need anyone, do you?” His voice was slightly tight, but when I tried to turn my head, he grabbed my jaw
