Cyrus's scolding immediately made Mabel feel unjustly accused.
"If it weren't for you..." She bit her lip, swallowing the rest of her words.
She couldn't possibly admit that she'd gotten distracted and cut herself because his gaze had been so intense. If she told him the truth, who knew how he'd mock her?
After Cyrus rinsed the blood off her finger, he carefully helped her onto the sofa. "Where's your first aid kit?" he asked.
"First aid kit? I... I don't have one." Mabel's reply was laced with shame. It was a rental; she hadn't planned on staying long, so she hadn't bothered with a first aid kit.
Cyrus gave her a helpless look, then immediately got up and left, forgetting even to grab his jacket.
Mabel stared blankly at the closed door, her heart a jumble of emotions. There was no n
