Evaline:
I should have gone back to sleep.
He told me to.
But as I sat upright on my bed, watching him wince under the soft light while blood soaked through his clothes, I realized that wasn't an option anymore. Not for me.
The old Eva might have kept her head down and remained hidden under the covers, pretending she didn't see a thing.
But I wasn't her anymore. I was changing, for the better..
I pushed the blanket off and slid off the bed. "You are bleeding," I repeated quietly.
He didn't even look at me. "So?"
"So," I said, frowning, "you are injured. Badly."
"I'll heal," he muttered, half-sitting, half-slumping into the chair by the desk. "Just mind your business and go to sleep."
"No."
His head turned sharply toward me. His eyes were narrowed, the blue of them almost glowing under the light, but I stood my ground. I wasn't scared of him. Not anymore. Maybe I should have been. Maybe there were a thousand reasons to pretend I didn't see him bleeding all over the floor.
