Flora’s P.O.V
Clay growled deep in his throat and tore away from me.
At first I thought it was because I had Andre’s scent on me, but when he kept looking at my arm, I frowned and looked down to find blood.
“What-?”
When did I- but then I remembered that when I had pushed Andre off of me, he had accidentally scratched me with his claw. The bleeding had stopped and only a dark red line of dried blood remained that too would heal by morning. But Clay was probably angry I got hurt by him.
“It’s alright,” I told him, cautiously taking a step in his direction. “It’ll heal soon. I’ll be fine.”
“He hurt you!” Clay said, his voice a growl. “I saw!”
My entire being came to a standstill. “You saw?”
“Everything.” Clay nodded in confirmation and I felt like the ground had been removed from und
