AMERY’S POV
The healers worked on me, rubbing herbs on my wounds and murmuring words of comfort. I'm still feeling hazy and disoriented, but the pain has lessened somewhat.
Levi stands leaned back on the wall, watching me intently with cold, unconcerned eyes. Like he wasn’t the same man who’d barked out orders a few moments ago just to make sure I’d survived.
I want to push him away, to tell him to drop his chivalrous act, but I'm too tired to even try.
When the healers are finished, Levi comes over to my side.
“How do you feel?” He asks, a bit of concern seeping into his voice.
Rather than let myself fall for this two-faced devil, I held on to the anger and reminded myself of the pain he loved to inflict on me.
"How do you think I’d feel?" I glare. "You're the reason I'm in this me
