Just as I was about to slide off the side of the roof, I heard Lev Morozov grunt… in pain. Despite my wounded pride, I looked over the roof to find him clutching his leg, blood dripping from it profusely. Guilt rose up to my throat, making it contract painfully as I carefully leapt down beside him.
“What happened?” I demanded, swatting away his hands. The smell of salt and coppery blood wafted into my nose, increasing my guilt.
“You pushed me off the roof. That’s what happened.” He grumbled, brushing off snow from his shoulders and hair. “I know you said you were gonna kill me but I didn’t think you were serious.”
A weak growl leaves my lips, shushing him. “I wasn’t trying to kill you.”
He had landed badly, his entire right leg having been scraped by a stone windowsill that was hidde
