C30 Let me heal your wounds

“I can’t be your wife,” I sob. “I can’t.”

“You’re right,” he says. “You can’t be my wife if you’re dead.”

I watch in horror as Roman picks me up and carries me back into his office.

My leg is bleeding from my fall, but he quickly carrying me over to a couch. He places me down, kneeling beside me to look at my leg.

There are three deep scratches from the fall, the makes me bleeding