His hand reaches for my chin, and that’s when I notice his knuckles. I snatch his hand in mine, my earlier embarrassment forgotten as I inspect the wound. “What happened?” I run my fingertip gently across the broken skin, careful not to irritate it further. “Did you get in a fight?” Kain cocks his head, watching my face as I turn his wrist over and palpate the area for fractures. “Why are you doing that?” “Doing what?” “Taking care of me.”
