Mason Nightshade didn't hear Aurelia Shaw's answer, and his heart tensed up.
He took two steps to the front of the car, placed her on the hood, and used his slender fingers with a slight callous to pinch her chin, lifting her face to carefully scan it, his brows tightly furrowed.
Aurelia felt much better. She lifted her eyes and saw the crowd drawn by their commotion, gathering around to watch her and Mason.
Her usually radiant face flushed red for a rare moment.
"Mason, let me go!"
"Where does it hurt?" Mason asked tightly, not releasing his grip on her chin, his gaze examining her thoroughly.
Aurelia's face turned even redder, because the onlookers' attention had clearly shifted from mere curiosity to gossip scrutiny.
Fortunately, she still had her sunglasses on her face, or today's incident would have made headline news.
