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Bella had just left her room when Aiden walked into the house, drenched in blood and with a tear in his shirt. She gasped at the sight of him, fear gripping her as he made his way towards her.
"It's not as bad as it looks," he said when he saw the look on her face. "I'm fine."
Bella refused to believe that he was. She made her way towards him, squeezing her nose at the stench of dried blood. He did not look like he was in pain, but she knew that even if he was, then he wouldn't let her know.
Aiden tilted his head towards her, marvelling at the look of determination in her eyes. She stopped right in front of him, and he tried to force himself not to focus on how her eyes seemed to glow the closer she got to him. He didn't want to think about the sudden crackling of electricity bet
