Every time I patched him, the twins cringed on their seats and shifted their heads away from the gruesome sight.

“You don’t have to do this every day. I’ll have Russ––”

“No,” I cut in, “let me do this.” Suppressing the shaking of my hands, and with all the gentleness I could muster, I tapped the medicine on his back.

It was like I was the one experiencing his pain. My heart was beating hard at every contact of the cotton balls on his wounds.

Cain, like always, would sit still like an unfeeling robot. Sometimes, I wonder if his immune to pain.

I also noticed he had a lot of scars. Not noticeable at first due to his pale skin, but upon closer inspection, there were tiny scars all over his body.

“There,” I said and neatly wrapped the gauzes on his wounds.

Cain put on his shirt and faced me with a warm smile.

“Are you . . . sleeping well?” he asked, caressing the bags under my eyes. His gaze was frosty thick with unnoticeable concern.

Honestly, ever since that kidnapping a week ago, I couldn’t sleep because of nightmares. I guessed the traumatic experience still haunted me even in my dreams. It got worse every middle of the night that I didn’t sleep altogether to avoid that horrible experience.

But I couldn’t tell him that. I didn’t want him to worry about me anymore.

“Mm . . . I’m fine . . . Just being up every night watching movies.”

I knew he knew I was lying, but he never pressed the issue. He just nodded his head.

“Sis, let’s go! You already finished what you came here to do.” Lance shot to his feet and threw us an impatience glance.

*sigh . . .

Cain and I hadn’t been sleeping together since my family came. We hadn’t been together much either since I was accompanying my parents whenever they explore New Haven, and Cain was busy with his own affairs.

Thus, I wanted to be with him much longer, but the murderous glares my brothers threw at him made me feel uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it. Go and get some rest.”

Cain grabbed my wheelchair as we made our way towards the elevator.

“I’ll take that.”

Lance scooted over and snatched the wheelchair from Cain’s hold, and oddly enough, the cold man just let him –– every time. Every time the twins made rude remarks and gestures to him, he wouldn’t retort back. He just looked at me, and his dark energy disappeared.

Sometimes, I felt like if I wasn’t the twins’ sister, they were long gone from this world by now.

We were already inside the elevator car as the elevator door close but halted when Cain held the door and kissed my lips, which stunned the twins in horror.

“Goodnight.”

“Mmmm . . . ,” I smiled and kissed him back. “Night.”