It wasn’t blood. It wasn’t blood. It wasn’t blood.
I keep repeating those words in my mind, trying to quell the rising tide of panic and fear that grips my heart. What I saw was what I expected to see. Rhys was flinching, and he looked like he was in pain, so I believed it to be blood. But it was probably just sweat that soaked his chest.
No matter how many times I try to reassure myself, the restlessness in my chest doesn’t fade. I toss and turn on the bed, closing my eyes only for them to fly open when Rhys’ face comes back to me, haunting me with his pained expression.
Did something happen to him?
The thought invades my mind like a persistent intruder, refusing to leave me in peace. I know for sure that I won’t be getting any sleep tonight. I rise up and hug my folded knees, restin
