What the hell was I looking at?
I couldn't take my eyes off him.
I stepped back instantly on reflex.
The creature standing in front of me wasn't human.
My breathing turned erratic as I fumbled through my purse for my pepper spray. My fingers were shaking so badly that I could barely grab it.
Easton's golden eyes dropped to his side.
To the wound.
Then he tore part of the white T-shirt that was soaked in blood.
My gaze fell on the stab wound, and I forgot how to breathe.
His skin was healing.
Right before my eyes.
The blood gradually stopped flowing as the wound began closing at an impossible speed.
The torn edges slowly pulled together until nothing remained except a reddish mark on his skin.
The pepper spray almost slipped from my hands.
"No way..." I whispered.
Easton sque
