Vincent's POV
Rachel was on her feet before the dust had fully settled.
She stepped back and brushed off her coat, straightening her hard hat like the last thirty seconds hadn't happened.
"Don't say things like that," she said.
"I'm not joking," I said, sitting up slowly. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
She opened her mouth to say something else, but one of the younger workers got there first.
"Blood!" He was pointing at my arm, his face tight with alarm. "Sir, you're bleeding!"
I looked down. My jacket sleeve had torn at the forearm and through the gap I could see a scrape running from my wrist halfway up, already seeping red against my skin. I hadn't felt it when we landed but as it was pointed out, I felt it now.
Rachel turned and looked at my arm.
"Someone ne
