Claire's POV
Piercing pain shot through my leg, causing me to wince in agony. Lisa's voice, laced with concern, echoed in my ears as she rushed towards me.
"Ma'am Claire, ma'am Claire, are you okay?" Her words came fast and frantic.
"My leg, I think I twisted my ankle," I murmured, the pain making my voice tremble.
Her eyes widened with worry. "I'm so sorry, just hold on, please. Let me go call someone to come help you." Without waiting for my response, she dashed off, her steps urgent.
Minutes later, a strong pair of arms enveloped me, cradling me with a tenderness that surprised me. I glanced up and found the familiar face of one of Damian's men, his concern evident. Resting my head against his chest, I groaned softly as he lifted me, effortlessly carrying me up the stairs. Lisa tra
