“You…you don’t get affected by silver?”
Anna’s eyes couldn’t help but occasionally drift down to his torso and chest as they both walked.
He shook his head, “ Not in the way it affects others,” He rasped, he sounded so tired but yet he kept walking, surprising Anna even more.
She let him put more of his weight on her, it is the least she could do after he’d come to her rescue and took down that bastard Yaakov.
“ You’re bleeding silver,” She pointed out and then bit her tongue in embarrassment realizing she just made it obvious that she was blatantly staring down at his bare chest.
He raised his head to look at her, weak green eyes bore into hers and his brows furrowed in confusion.
“So are you,” He said, his eyes resting on her neck where Yaakov had stabbed her.
What?
That
