I kept myself away from him the next few hours, shut out from his sight until it was night. Everyone was leaving for their quarters after being done.
Frowning, I kept a growl plastered on my face, questioning his actions. I was in a corridor all alone, leaning on the wall while holding my wrist which had three cuts on it.
"Tsk." I scoffed at the sting until I recognized footsteps accompanied by a softer tone.
"Are you okay?"
We were all alone in an open pathway where anyone could come but taking the risk, I lowered my eyes and continued to be angry.
"Why do you care?" I muttered.
He approached me, wrapping his large hand around mine, brushing his thumb over my wrist slowly while locking his eyes gently with mine.
"Then why do you think I am here?" He murmured, closin
