Dane stood in front of me, the moon casting his shadow over my trembling form.
I lowered my gaze to his outstretched arm—the bag. Once white, now stained with thick splatters of red blood.
"How?..." Words failed me, caught somewhere between my brain and my tongue.
The tears that streamed uncontrollably were now dry. How was he even here? How did he appear out of nowhere?
"Are you okay?" His voice filled with concern.
Dane bent, bringing his face into view as he placed the bag beside me.
I slowly tilted my head away, hiding. I couldn't let him see me like this.
I was a mess.
My hair everywhere, streaks of tears on my cheeks, snot probably running down my nose.
He realized what I was doing and rested his hands on my shoulders, gently turning my face toward his.
Hell!
Why do I alwa
