"Mr. Mega,"
Camilla pressed her fingers against the pale, atrophied muscles of Stephen's calf, which showed no sign of vitality.
"Can you feel anything here?"
A bitter smile tugged at Stephen's lips as he shook his head.
"It hurt for a while after the accident, but before long, I lost all sensation."
Most of the time, it felt as though these legs didn't even belong to him.
Camilla nodded, her expression unchanging.
Just as her fair hand was about to move further up Stephen's leg, a large, well-defined hand intercepted hers.
Sinclair gazed at Camilla, his handsome features calm yet unyielding.
"I have experience. Let me handle this."
Experience?
Camilla narrowed her eyes, a realization dawning on her instantly.
The "experience" he was referring to—could it be those people whose legs he'd broken in the basement?
If that counted, then yes, he was certainly... well-versed.
She pursed her lips, a trace of resigned amusement flickering in her eyes.
