Greyson’s POV
I smell blood. It’s her blood. My mind was troubled at the smell of her blood. Both Damon and I were so confused and troubled. I woke up immediately and looked at her fragile body. She was still sleeping soundly sleeping. I looked at the clock to see that it was 6.00 a.m. With the scent of her blood still clouding my mind, I removed the duvet. The dreadful sight before me startled my mind and soul. The lower part of her body and the bedsheets had blood spots, as well as the boxers that she was wearing as well. I got terrified and was so puzzled about what I should do. Is this a dream? I wiped my eyes repetitively. No, it’s real! It’s not a dream. My angel still was sleeping peacefully like a baby, without any pain. Where did this blood come from? Is she hurt?
“We must
