I had watched his hands and immediately folded his hands into fists.
"You are not alright!" I started with a frown on my face which deepened as soon as I saw a drop of red liquid fall onto the ground. I looked closely and realized the blood dripping from his fists down to the floor and now it had now formed a pool of blood at his feet. I let my eyes wander back to his face, his eyes were still gleaming like two full moons and his clenched jaw. His face seemed expressionless despite the large amount of blood flowing away from his fist.
"Logan," I whispered his name softly, ignoring the little ache burning in my chest at the sight of the pool of blood trailing to my feet. The room was so silent that one could clearly hear a pin drop to the ground. A gentle breeze blew through the curtains
