"If you die, little dove, I will—“ Alhaitham exhaled a shaky breath, choosing not to finish his words.

You knew what was going through his head, anyway. Not exactly a normal man, Alhaitham was the type to threaten you first and then patch you up.

He wasn't sure whether this was his fault, though. To him, you were a brat—a woman so annoying he wished to strangle you. But not now, not when you were injured.

He would threaten to kill you later. Now, he just wanted to embrace you.