Grace scooped up her clothes and rushed into the bathroom. Before dressing, she studied her arm and noted blood had run down her biceps to her elbow. She grabbed a flannel and carefully cleaned the wound. Thankfully, when she lifted the flannel, she saw the injury wasn’t as bad as she’d suspected. She grabbed a handful of tissues and made a pad to press against her arm. The wad remained white, the blood flow sluggish, and relief flooded her. She wouldn’t need to see a doctor unless the wound became infected.
Grace muttered under her breath while she dressed. Jeff was an i***t, and she wished she’d kicked him harder. She pulled on a shirt and rapidly fastened the buttons. As soon as she was decent, she hustled back to Cullen. Jeff wriggled on the floor like the worm he was while Cullen eye
