THE UNRAVELING TENSIONS

AYLA'S POV

“Sorry,” I say as I press the bandage down against Garrick’s arm, my fingers sticky with blood. His blood. It’s still warm, still fresh.

He doesn’t even flinch. Just watches me with those sharp, calculating eyes of his, jaw tight. The wound stretches from his shoulder down to his for...

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