Zella
“Nina, what the hell?” I pressed my hand over the cut, wincing as blood trickled down my forearm.
Nina’s face went pale.
“Oh God, ma’am, I’m so sorry!” She dropped the knife to the floor and was by my side in an instant. “I swear I didn’t mean to! It just slipped! I thought you wanted to take my job, I panicked, and I'm so sorry,”
The fear and sincerity in her voice made my anger melt away. She actually looked terrified.
“I don’t want your job, Nina,” I said gently, even though my arm was throbbing like crazy. There wasn't a lot of blood, but it still stung. “I just wanted to help.”
“I am so sorry-”
“What happened?” Isaiah's voice boomed as he walked into the kitchen.
I turned to face him, and his eyes locked on the blood smeared across my skin. He went rigid, and blazin
