Outside the window, the night was heavy and dark, the glow of streetlights filtering through the gauze curtains and falling across the foot of the bed.
Clara lay limply curled in Jason's arms, and he absently twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers.
However, an inexplicable disquiet lingered in a corner of Jason's heart.
When he left earlier, he thought he'd seen that Serena was also injured.
There was a patch of crimson on the floor. Could that have been her blood?
He could not be sure.
His mind had been a chaotic mess back then, and all he'd cared about was soothing Clara first.
It would be fine. Clara was a doctor after all; she knew how to tend to a wound.
This was not the first time she had been injured, either.
Years ago, in that rainstorm, she'd fallen and been cov
