I couldn’t stop staring at Cade’s hands, they were covered in blood. We were walking away from the alley where Vincent was lying, beat up and barely moving. My throat still hurt when I breathed, and I could feel bruises from where Vincent grabbed me. But I was still alive.
Neither of us said anything. The silence felt heavy. Cade looked very serious under the streetlights, and I could tell he was still really mad. His jaw was tight, and he kept looking straight ahead.
I touched my neck and winced. “Thanks,” I finally said, my voice all scratchy. “If you didn’t show up... I don’t think I’d still be here.”
He didn’t look at me, but he held my hand a little tighter.
“How did you find me?” I asked.
“I didn’t,” he said. His voice was still rough. “I was just nearby. Heard you.”
We were qu
