Serafine’s POV
“Little girl!!” Damien yelled as he caught me from falling, “Be careful,” he said with a voice crowded with worry.
“Thank you,” I said as he lifted me and placed me on the chair where Damien had dropped me the first time; he fetched the first aid box and tended to my wound as softly as Damien did; he even blew on it sometimes when I winced.
“What is your name?”
He kept mute and kept on tending to my wounds, I noticed he was a bit hesitant, but he looked up to me and said, “NEIMAD.”
I crossed my brows, ‘Nice name. But I have never heard of it before.”
He shrugged and carefully dropped my leg down, “I have never seen your type too,” he said as he relaxed on his chair and kept his eyes on me.
“My type?” I asked as I raised my brow.
He nodded and pushed himself forward w
