Alpha Nathan’s POV
Moments later, a knock sounded on my door. Already knowing who it was, I allowed her in.
The door creaked open, and Lisa walked in, dressed in a plain dress. My gaze lingered on her, eventually settling on her neck—the place where, just a few hours ago, she had pressed the sharp edge of a bottle. It had left a faint, tiny bruise.
“You sent for me,” she murmured, but I didn’t say a word. I really didn’t have a reason for seeing her, but I wanted to be certain she hadn’t done something to herself.
For a long moment, my lips were pressed
together until an idea popped into my head.
“I want to take a bath," I said, keeping my voice calm and controlled. “You will assist me.”
Her brow furrow in surprise. I, myself, was surprised at my words. I never intended to say it,
