Lilian's POV
Augusto stared at me with pure disbelief etched across his features. His voice cut through the silence, "Are you injured?"
I pressed my lips together, refusing to respond. The last thing I needed was another accusation of faking something for attention.
He dropped to a crouch, attempting to examine my ankle more closely.
Instinctively, I jerked my foot back, keeping it out of his reach.
His jaw tightened as he grasped my calf firmly, pulling my foot toward him with little regard for my resistance. After studying the swollen joint for several heartbeats, his tone turned sharp, "Why the hell didn't you mention this when it's obviously this bad?"
My temper flared, "What would be the point? Since when do you actually care?"
Something flickered in his eyes as he held my gaze. Without warning, he swept me up and deposited me back onto the cushions with surprising gentleness.
