To Gabriella's surprise, the bedroom door opened and feet shuffled to the bathroom. When a form suddenly appeared, squatting next to her, she cringed away.
Ezra tucked a keycard into his pocket as his eyes grew wide, grabbing her arm. “What the f**k, Gabriella! Did someone scratch you?” He brought her arm closer to him, inspecting. “These aren’t claw marks.” Ezra’s eyes shot over to the razor on the floor beside her and his eyes opened wide. “You did this?”
Gabriella looked away. “Just leave me, Ezra.”
“Like hell I am!” He growled, pulling her to her feet and hustling her over to the sink. “Why did you do this?” He flushed warm water over the cuts as he dug through the lower cabinet for the medical kit. When he stood back up, he noticed the old bandage on the counter.
