"No problem," he said. "It does not matter."
"It's no big deal," he grumbled. "I went too easily with that bastard. I should have taken him apart instead of giving him a quick death."
Alex remained silent, allowing her to treat his wound. His obvious feeling caused compassion to rise in him, but he fought them off.
Don't get involved.
Part of him knew it was too late. He had built such a strong wall around his heart so that people wouldn't hurt him. Now she falls in love with a man who ties her up, takes her hostage, and kills men?
Richard offered to cook, and he eagerly accepted. It had been a long time since he had had a decent meal, and he felt weak and shaky, especially after a series of sudden shocks. It was possible that the last twelve hours were the most stressful of his entire life.