Cole's POV
I don’t even feel it until Knox says it again.
“You’re bleeding, Cole.”
His voice cuts through the noise of the corridor, and I stop. He’s staring at me like he’s seeing something he shouldn’t.
I follow his gaze and see it — the thin stream of red running down from my nose to my lip. I swipe at it with the back of my hand and sniff, tasting the iron that burns faintly against my tongue.
“Damn it,” I mutter under my breath.
“Cole…” Knox’s tone hardens, the kind that’s less worry and more fear. “Don’t tell me it’s back.”
I glance at him from the corner of my eye. “What’s back?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” he says sharply.
I sigh, low and tired, my patience already thinning. “And what if it’s back?”
He flares. “Cole, you don’t joke with *Venom Haemorrhage!* Are yo
