After all, Garrett Vincent had ended up with scratches from her before.
"Jeffrey… let go," Rachel managed to say while Master Yeung was switching needles. "When I'm in pain… I grip hard. I might hurt you."
"So?" he countered, his other hand coming up to gently brush the sweat from her forehead. "Garrett Vincent gets to be hurt by you, but I don't?"
Rachel's body went rigid at his words, but before she could form a reply, Master Yeung's needle descended again.
The pain… it was blinding. White-hot and searing.
All she could do was clench her jaw and ride it out.
Fresh beads of sweat bloomed on her brow, rolling down her temples like tears.
Jeffrey just watched her, his gaze fixed.
Even as her nails dug into the skin of his hand, leaving thin, crimson trails on the back of it, he didn't flinch.
He didn't even seem to feel it.
Or maybe, in that moment, all his focus was on her. Only her.
Her face was a mask of pure agony.
