Cora’s pov.
Orange juice slipped from my hand and onto the ground, along with it went the glass. I let out a small shriek when the shards cut into my skin, I might have been a little exaggerated there when I screamed but I needed to really sell it so I could carry on with the rest of my plan.
“I need band aids,” I said to Hunter after he set me down on the couch, he eyed the stain on the carpet with a small frown on his face. “Hunter!”
He sighed a little then stood up. “Fine I’ll get them, you sit still. Creed will skin me alive if anything happens to you.”
I nodded and waved him away. He carefully avoided the glass and slipped into the hallway. I waited a few minutes for him to disappear up the stairs before I braved through the pain from the scratches and followed him.
Years of l
