Fate Reloaded
Amid the heavy scent of jasmine, color crept from his neck up to the tips of his ears.
I focused on his palm, frowning slightly.
A shard of glass was embedded deep in his hand. Blood dripped onto the carpet, stark and alarming.
He struggled to pull his hand away, but I looked up at him, my tone turning firm.
"Do not move."
He froze instantly, not daring to shift even a fraction.
Once I finished treating the wound, he fled into the bathroom as if escaping.
At first, I thought he disliked me and did not even want me to touch him. Only after he finished showering and came out did I realize I was wrong.