Winifred's POV
"Barrett?" I whispered, my lips parted slightly in disbelief, and I stared at him with confusion.
"Can I come in?" He asked me, although his gaze was fixed inside my room, scanning every corner from his line of view like he was in search of something.
As bizarre as his request was, I stepped outside, pushing the door further to make room for him to come in. I needed someone I could trust with my safety at the moment.
"Why are you here?" I asked softly as he walked inside my room. I noticed how tense he was and how his gaze rested on my open windows longer than necessary before he turned his attention back to me.
"Your neck?" He murmured and walked closer to where I stood to get a closer look. His eyes turned dark in anger, and I whimpered in pain when he slightly grazed
