Reeva POV
“If she what?” I repeat myself when neither of them responds.
The scene would have been funny if Hayden were not bleeding and Wyatt standing there, unclothed, and unembarrassed, as though the concept of modesty were a fashion he had never cared to follow.
“Reeva, I’m sorry,” Wyatt says, clearing his throat. “I …”
“We were testing your weapon.” Hayden cuts him off, and my stomach dives when he opens his mouth. There is blood on his teeth, which is alarming on an aesthetic level and downright disconcerting on a medical one. “And we got carried away.”
“Carried away?” I hiss, fear and fright seesawing in my gut. I am furious about so many things, but my concern for Hayden’s health overshadows everything.
“Carried away?” I shriek. “Look at you. You look like a man who has been i
