Aurelia's POV
The blood trickling down Jaxon's forehead looked worse under the bright penthouse lights. I stood frozen, ceramic shards scattered around my feet, as the reality of what I'd done crashed over me like a cold wave.
"Jaxon, I'm so sorry," I whispered, reaching toward him instinctively. "Let me help—"
"Why?" he demanded, his voice sharp with pain and confusion. "Why did you attack me? What did I ever do to you?"
The hurt in his voice was worse than his anger.
"It was a mistake," I said desperately. "I thought you were—"
Jaxon's face went pale, his hand dropping from his head as his knees buckled.
"Jaxon!" I lunged forward, catching him as he swayed. "Oh God, you're going to faint!"
His weight was heavier than expected as he collapsed against me, his eyes rolling back.
