He remained there, standing on his spot and she ignored him and laid her head gently against the wall, closing her eyes.
He could remain there all he wants.
"What is that?" She heard him ask suddenly and she opened her eyes again to see that he was walking over to her again.
"What?" She asked, sitting up.
"Your arm."
He was already in front of her and squatted there in front of her with his eyes on her arm. Before she could look down to see what he was talking about, he took the arm and turned it over slightly with his eyes still on it.
That was when she saw it.
Blood. Blood on scraped skin. Gosh.
It must have been when Maverick had pushed her off and she'd landed against the cemented wall.
She'd scraped her arm!
She stared extra daggers at him again and with the expression on hi
