I sent a glare his way. I was sure he could feel it, I wanted him to. Abigail stepped into my line of sight raising a brow but she said nothing. We both watched him disappear down the hallway.
Her eyes seemingly softened by a fraction as they roamed across my face. “Come on,” she said, gesturing for me to follow her toward a side hallway.
I hesitated holding my arm to my chest. “Where are we going?”
“To get that cleaned first,” she replied. “Unless you’d prefer to bleed out on Ethan’s prized Persian rug.”
I wouldn't mind but I refrained from retorting. Instead, I trailed behind her with sluggish steps dreading what I might see if I lifted the scarf holding my arm together.
The hallway led to a modest room that scented strongly of antiseptic. My nose burned from the smell. “Ugh, that's a lot of antiseptic.“
Abigail rummaged through a cabinet, pulling out a first-aid kit before setting it on a metal counter. “What do you mean? The smell's pretty muted.“
“This is muted? How often do you
