I was shocked at what he verbalized as if he read my mind. I opened my eyes once I felt his touch ceased. I realized his eyes no longer fixated on my face, but elsewhere.
I followed his line of sight and realized that he exposed the massive bruise on my arm. Wyatt was grinding his teeth together, and his nostrils flared as he visually examined it.
“Who did this?”
I shivered as his face snapped back up to mine. It sounded like Wyatt was physically growling.
“I must have run into something. It was there when I aroused,” I pleaded.
“You don’t get a mark like that from running into something.”
I couldn’t verbalize because what reason would I give him. Sorry I had a nightmare last night, where a man prehended me so hard that the bruise followed me to reality? He would cerebrate that I
