Sebastian Blake – First Person
I'd just finished giving orders in the war room when I heard it.
The footsteps.
Light. Fast.
And then—
"Sebastian Blake, what in the actual hell—"
I turned.
There she was.
Five feet and barely a threat to anything other than common sense, stomping into a room full of armed men with the fury of a tiny tornado.
Ray.
Pink claw clips in her hair. Fluffy sleeves bouncing.
Holding… a glittery medical kit.
"Hi, Ray," Kai said warily, glancing between us. "You okay?"
"No, he's not," she snapped, storming toward me. "He hasn't changed his bandage in two days."
The room froze.
I straightened. "That's not—"
"Show me your hand."
"Ray—"
"Now, Sebastian."
Jesus Christ.
I sighed and held it out.
She took my wrist and gasped. "This is why men die. I swear. Do you even know how many bacteria live under gauze that hasn't been changed? You could get tetanus. Or staph. Or lose your entire hand."
"I'll survive," I muttered.
She glared up at me. "Oh, really? Did the mafia part of your brain delete basic hygiene?"
Kai covered his mouth to stop the laugh. The others looked like they were watching an exorcism.
Ray ignored them all. She dropped onto the armrest of the leather chair beside me, opened her sparkly kit, and started peeling back the bandage with alarming speed.
The pain barely registered.
What registered was the soft way her fingers moved over my skin. The way her brows furrowed with concentration. How she mumbled to herself—"Can't believe you, you absolute stubborn polar bear"—while disinfecting the cut.
The wipes smelled like strawberries.
Her entire kit was pink. Bunny-shaped scissors. Glittery gauze. Cotton swabs with heart-shaped ends.
"Are you done?" I asked, dryly.
She looked up. "Almost. Stop moving."
I didn't.
Because I was too caught off-guard by the way she was frowning. Not angry. Worried.
Genuinely worried.
"For someone who scares half of London, you're incredibly bad at looking after yourself," she muttered. "Next time, tell someone. I'll do it. Or at least let Kai help. He looks responsible-ish."
Kai saluted dramatically in the background.
Ray didn't notice. She was focused entirely on me. Wrapping the bandage perfectly, sticking on another glitter bunny plaster—like it was the most normal thing in the world to baby the most feared man in the city.
"There," she said finally, sitting back with a satisfied smile. "Perfect."
I looked down.
Pink. Again.
And worse?
A sticker that said "Get Well Soon" with a winking cupcake.
I glanced up at my men.
All of them were frozen.
Kai's hand was on his heart like he'd just watched a Disney movie.
I looked at Ray. "Are you done?"
"Yes," she said sweetly. "Now don't touch anything dirty. Or I will re-do it."
She kissed her teeth, packed her kit, and walked off without a glance back.
Dead silence.
Then—
"Bro," Kai whispered, awed. "You're done for."