Jack's gaze swept across the deep crimson stain bleeding into the carpet. His eyelid twitched. A brief flash of unease crossed his face, but it was immediately smothered by annoyance, as if ignoring it could make it disappear.
"Natalie, why are you always like this?" he said through gritted teeth, averting his eyes. "I'd still worry if you got hurt. Go treat that wound, wrap it up, and clean this up. Don't let Rosie see blood and get frightened."
Almost on reflex, he passed the box to Rose. "Here, take it."
Rose took it with a pleased smile, her fingers tracing the carved patterns. "Thanks, darling. You're always the best to me."
Jack turned back toward me, staring down at where I was sitting on the floor. His eyes flicked again to the blood on the carpet, his brow tightening. "What no
