“s**t,” Kingsley swore, looking at the blood dripping from my elbow. “I swear I didn’t mean to do that,” he said. He ran his hands through his dark brown hair frantically, looking around desperately as if he could find a way to fix what he had done.
I stumbled to my feet, feeling a bit woozy. The sight of blood had always made me feel faint even if it was just a drop, so the fact that there was a trail of blood on my arm meant that I was close to passing out. I placed my hand over the cut, putting pressure on it so it would hopefully stop bleeding so much. My stomach turned over as I felt the warm liquid underneath my palm.
“Are you okay?” Kingsley asked, grabbing onto my arm to keep me upright.
“Don’t touch me,” I said weakly. Even if he hadn’t meant to hurt me, he had shoved me rou
