Seraphina's POV
He clocked my eyes on the bloodstain for two seconds, and the panic set in. He looked petrified that I was going to draw a line between him and Vivian again.
One minute he was sulking like a kid, the next he was vibrating with an anxiety that made him look like he might collapse.
"I didn't know she was coming. I didn't invite her," he rasped, the words tumbling out too fast, like he was terrified that if he didn't say it now, I'd never listen to him again.
His voice pulled me out of the blackout.
I gave him a flat nod. I got it.
But I wasn't going to ask how he got hurt. I didn't care.
I remembered I'd left the sunroom in the greenhouse open when I bolted this morning, so I turned to go check on it.
Before I could take a step, his hand clamped onto my wrist from beh
